<?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-6231006850038943383</id><updated>2012-01-19T03:47:57.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie the Ribbiter</title><subtitle type='html'>"You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince"

The princess in "The Frog Prince" never kisses the frog. She gets mad at him and whips him at a wall. THAT'S when he turns into a prince. So the phrase should be "You have to smack around a lot of frogs to find your prince."

I considered naming the whole blog "Frog Smacker," but figured that would appeal to the wrong element.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-8186646951974269647</id><published>2008-05-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:13:42.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes,  Susan, here you go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was tagged for this meme by Susan at &lt;a href="http://wizardswireless.blogspot.com/2008/05/meme-5-things-about-me.html"&gt;Wizards Wireless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules of the meme get posted at the beginning. Each person answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the blogger then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been tagged and asking them to read the player’s blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; posted your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing five years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was Director of IT at a children's theater... wait, no I wasn't, I was Box Office Manager for a children's theater and in the month of May 2003, I spent most of the time sobbing because I had also agreed to take care of all of the IT while we moved into a new building, started a new show and I was performing 10 shows a week at another theater.  And I had an 18 month old daughter.  And we had an ant infestation in my house. Oh my goodness I love my current job.  I'm so traumatized just thinking about the old one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Teach the 6th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get pain killers from my doctor (stupid rain - makes my back hurt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Price out my pie-in-the-sky technology wish list for the husband of the HSA president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up my beautiful, funny, amazing girls from daycare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five snacks you enjoy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lime flavored tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chocolate (non-soy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Start a children's theater project and art center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homeschool my children with their best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;build my dream home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have three more  children&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Go back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chewing my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;over extending myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;over planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;planning for the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;crankiness  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five places where you have lived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Maryland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five jobs you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Counselor at a 4-H Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Bouncer at a Puppet Theater&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Murder Mystery Theater actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Puppeteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tech Teacher at a Catholic ES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What five people do you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm.... huh --- I will have to re-post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-8186646951974269647?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8186646951974269647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=8186646951974269647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/8186646951974269647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/8186646951974269647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-susan-here-you-go.html' title='Yes,  Susan, here you go....'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-3480973593240786980</id><published>2008-01-21T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:55:53.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale ending....</title><content type='html'>Whoever decided that a "Fairy Tale ending" was a good thing.... A "Movie Ending," now that always ends up well, but check your original fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Red Riding Hood dies (okay, the original, original RRH runs away on her own, but Perrault's cautionary tale has her die)  A number of others have folks 'settling.'  The soldier from the 12 dancing princesses has the hots for the youngest, but settles for the oldest because he's not a young man anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-3480973593240786980?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3480973593240786980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=3480973593240786980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/3480973593240786980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/3480973593240786980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/01/fairy-tale-ending.html' title='Fairy Tale ending....'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-6831917842066028938</id><published>2008-01-15T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:13:14.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is magic that makes senses....</title><content type='html'>And then there is not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole deal with kissing people awake or the "kiss of true love."  No such thing exists in the originals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White - the prince has his porters carry her off and they stumble and drop her.  The piece of apple is jolted out of her throat and she comes back to life.  "Kiss awake," indeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty - it's not a kiss the king gives her, and she doesn't even wake up..... the inevitable happens and she has twins who are cared for by magic fairies.  One of the babies works its way down to her finger and sucks out the splinter.  Okay, so the fairies don't make sense - but getting rid of the splinter does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've already covered the Little Mermaid... in the original, the prince has got to marry her in a church to give her half his soul....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-6831917842066028938?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6831917842066028938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=6831917842066028938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/6831917842066028938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/6831917842066028938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-is-magic-that-makes-senses.html' title='There is magic that makes senses....'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-149320044520147034</id><published>2008-01-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:12:25.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most intriguing fairy tale....</title><content type='html'>The little girl who trod on a loaf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl who goes to work for a rich family and become extremely prideful.  When the rich woman sends her to visit her mother with a loaf of bread, the girl throws the loaf into a mud puddle so she can step on it and won't get her shoes dirty. Her foot sticks to the loaf and she is, basically, dragged down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hca.gilead.org.il/girl_who.html"&gt;http://hca.gilead.org.il/girl_who.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see that as a Disney movie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-149320044520147034?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/149320044520147034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=149320044520147034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/149320044520147034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/149320044520147034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/01/most-intreguing-fairy-tale.html' title='The most intriguing fairy tale....'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-1223036339913979747</id><published>2008-01-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:21:09.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strong" Princesses?</title><content type='html'>I was never allowed to watch Disney Princess movies growing up. Not because my parents were worried about bad female role models, but because they couldn't see blowing a whole $1.50 per person to watch a cartoon (this was the 70's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first Disney Princess movie I saw was "The Little Mermaid" at the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I was half horrified because I loved it - but it bears little  resemblance to the original Hans Christian Anderson version.  The whole point of the original story is that the Little Mermaid wanted to marry a human so she would get a soul and go to heaven when she died. Ariel wanted to give up her whole way of life at the age of 16 because this human prince was sooooooooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original - the little mermaid's grandmother tells her that, while mermaids live for 1000 years, when they die they are dead forever.  Humans have pathetic little life spans, but when they die they go to heaven because they have souls.  If a mermaid marries a human man, she gets half his soul.  So the Little Mermaid trades her voice to the sea witch (who is not evil, by the way) for legs and is told that if the prince marries someone else, she will turn into sea foam.  Lo and behold, the prince chooses to marry someone who can talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mermaid's sisters trade their hair to the sea witch for a dagger.  The little mermaid is supposed to kill the prince and his new bride so she can turn back into a mermaid (Well, okay, when the blood splashes on her legs they will grow back together into a tail - just to be nice and gory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little mermaid can't bring herself to do it.  At dawn she believes she will become sea foam - dead forever. Instead, as she flings herself into the sea, the little mermaid floats up to the sky and becomes a sky spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sky spirit, she flits around doing good deeds for 1000 years and then gets to go to heaven.  When she floats into a room and sees a bad child, she can't help but cry and for every tear she sheds an extra day is added to her time on earth.  If she sees a good child, she smiles and for every smile a year is taken away from her time on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'd better be good so the little mermaid can go to heaven........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, kind of depressing (Classic Hans Christian Anderson), but ever so much more "feminist" than the new one.  No, really, think about it.  A mermaid (girl) is told she will only be worth something if she marries a man.  He turns her down and she thinks her life is over - but it's not.  She proves herself worthy of a soul on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new version of the Little Mermaid, the sea witch tells Ariel that she has got to get the prince to fall in love with her - "that is, he has to kiss you."  She clarifies it by saying it has to be a special kiss - but come on... kiss (or more) = true love????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the prince decides to marry someone else, Ariel just gives up.  Until the seagull (male) finds out the prince is under a spell (well, it obviously has to be the other woman's fault, not the man's), then the crab (male), the fish (male) and the seagull get her out to the ship to stop the wedding.  The sun goes down before they can kiss and the sea witch grabs Ariel, who then has to be saved by Prince Eric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very romantic, but bleaaaaaaaaaagh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-1223036339913979747?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1223036339913979747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=1223036339913979747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/1223036339913979747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/1223036339913979747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/01/strong-princesses.html' title='&quot;Strong&quot; Princesses?'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231006850038943383.post-3263215111389104422</id><published>2008-01-04T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:00:22.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smacking Frogs.....</title><content type='html'>"You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess in "The Frog Prince" never kisses the frog.  She gets mad at him and whips him at a wall.  THAT'S when he turns into a prince.  So the phrase should be "You have to smack around a lot of frogs to find your prince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered naming the whole blog "Frog Smacker," but worried that people might get the wrong idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231006850038943383-3263215111389104422?l=rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3263215111389104422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231006850038943383&amp;postID=3263215111389104422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/3263215111389104422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231006850038943383/posts/default/3263215111389104422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosietheribbiter.blogspot.com/2008/01/smacking-frogs.html' title='Smacking Frogs.....'/><author><name>Cate Krage</name><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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
