<?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-32456246</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:35.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Fried Yankee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-116040269384255459</id><published>2006-10-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:04:54.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER!</title><content type='html'>October!! Teh Yay! I love October! Open the windows, trim the bushes, spread the pine straw and then....trip to the pumpkin patch!!!! Alas, my youngest will be 14 this week...good news though, she still wants to trick or treat, Teh double Yay!! And let's not forget the Haunted Hayride put on by our local VFD!!! I think my sons are going to volunteer to dress up as zombies, fire up the fog machine and man the chain saws (sans chains) and scare us all again, they had a blast with it last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't get any T or T'ers way out in the country, but we decorate and buy candy anyway! Read E. A. Poe and Washinton Irving's Sleepy Hollow aloud! This is a must since I grew up in the town about which it was written - North Tarrytown, NY.  My HS was actually named Sleepy Hollow HS and we were the Headless Horsemen LOL! After I moved away they renamed the town (village) Sleepy Hollow to take advantage of the tourism.  We used to go to the Old Dutch Cemetery, tell ghost stories and wait to hear the Hooves of the Headless Horseman. It was as beautiful as good ole' WI described even when I lived there, it's grown and changed so much since then, I don't have the heart to go back. It was a perfect place to write fairey tales about and to be a kid...great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful October and a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-116040269384255459?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/116040269384255459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=116040269384255459' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/116040269384255459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/116040269384255459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER!'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115902538379405674</id><published>2006-09-23T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:29:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday mornin</title><content type='html'>Well, it's another Saturday mornin and all is peachy! Getting warm again here, we have had a little fall-type weather, but it looks like it's back to high 80's and sticky in good ol' eastern NC.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not compaining though, I love it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are the best! The whole "southern hospitality" thing is no myth, I'm happy to report it's alive and well. I'm a yankee by birth and a southerner by choice.  My family thinks I'm nuts for loving this little middle-of-nowhere town, but they thought that before I moved anyway. I actually don't even live in the town...I live about 6 miles out amongst the cows, hogs and turkeys! LOL No lie, I am bordered on 3 sides by cows! My neighbors are all farmers and live stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I have met here, I feel like I've known them all my life and are the best friends I could ever hope for. My name on here came from one of them telling me I've been "southernified", which turned into southernfried yankee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-115902538379405674?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/115902538379405674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=115902538379405674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115902538379405674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115902538379405674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-mornin.html' title='Saturday mornin'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115868397977181681</id><published>2006-09-19T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:39:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Like a Pirate Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;In honor of TLAP day, I took the Pirate personality test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yarrrrrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;You are The Cap'n!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What's Yer Inner Pirate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com"&gt;The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site.&lt;/a&gt; Arrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-115868397977181681?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/115868397977181681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=115868397977181681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115868397977181681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115868397977181681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/09/talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='Talk Like a Pirate Day!'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115806312982703974</id><published>2006-09-12T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:12:09.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/12 the day after...</title><content type='html'>When their sword is poised above your head and they tell you,&lt;br /&gt;"Submit (to islam) or die!",  here's what you can say right before&lt;br /&gt;you spit in their face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not submit I will not surrender (Las astaslem)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6341/419/1600/I%20will%20not%20submit%20I%20will%20not%20surrender%20Las%20astaslem.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6341/419/320/I%20will%20not%20submit%20I%20will%20not%20surrender%20Las%20astaslem.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's from Michelle Malkin, I hope she makes T-shirts! I'm afraid we'll need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-115806312982703974?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/115806312982703974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=115806312982703974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115806312982703974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115806312982703974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/09/912-day-after.html' title='9/12 the day after...'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115798435059911755</id><published>2006-09-11T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:19:10.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years later...</title><content type='html'>5 years ago today, I was exactly where I am right now. Since we homeschool, I was at my desk getting our lessons ready for the day. Our 3 children were in various states of getting up and my husband, who just so happened didn't have to be into work until late  that morning, was getting dressed. As always Fox and Friends was on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up 20 miles north of NYC with my father who commuted there everday on the train, I spent a lot of time there. I remember when they finished the Towers, I was just a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Eastern, NC I heard E.D. say a plane had just hit the World Trade Center, called Dan and the kids to the TV and watched in disbelief as a second plane hit on live TV. At 9:01am I knew our world had changed, it was no accident, our country was under attack. I will be forever thankful that we were able to all be together that morning. We wept and prayed for those who died, those who were dying or trapped, those who were rescuing, the families, and for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hours wore on, the plane hit the Pentagon, another hit the field in PA, and the Towers crashed to the ground. Then the deafening silence in the skies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, as I planned the lessons for that day at 8:45am, that in the next minute it would all change so drastically.&lt;br /&gt;What we learned that day we will never...&lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-115798435059911755?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/115798435059911755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=115798435059911755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115798435059911755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115798435059911755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-years-later.html' title='5 Years later...'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115776669361122567</id><published>2006-09-08T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:59:25.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>OK, I think I finally got this whole thing straightened out. I started a blog a few years back by the same name, just enough to post once then went on to other things. When creating the new one for Sinner to link to from DHD I got confused as to which one was which, not to mention profiles...ugh! Got it figured out now and deleted the old one (I think). What can I say, I'm blond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456246-115776669361122567?l=southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/feeds/115776669361122567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456246&amp;postID=115776669361122567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115776669361122567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456246/posts/default/115776669361122567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southern-fried-yankee.blogspot.com/2006/09/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Southern Fried Yankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13375501093725147600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n89/ntroop/beeonflower2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456246.post-115521826228680580</id><published>2006-08-10T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:04:50.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As if....</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....I'm sitting here typing &lt;em&gt;as if&lt;/em&gt; anyone would be&lt;br /&gt;interested. I do feel obligated though, since Sinner over at&lt;br /&gt;Don't Hire Deb was gracious enough to link here.&lt;br /&gt;He is performing a great public service for all of us&lt;br /&gt;train-wreck watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I've been following that train wreck since&lt;br /&gt;the beginning over at Protein Wisdom, Jeff and the gang just&lt;br /&gt;plain make me laugh. Michelle Malkin is my other favorite&lt;br /&gt;blog, she's my hero! (I like to play with the Digg-this buttons too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those few blogs and the news, I don't spend as&lt;br /&gt;much time online as I used to. We've got three children&lt;br /&gt;(13, 15, &amp;amp; 17) who keep me on my toes. Not to mention a dog,&lt;br /&gt;a cat, a turtle, and a crowd of humming birds that depend&lt;br /&gt;on me. Which reminds me....time to fill the feeder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go. It wasn't so painful, maybe I'll tell ya'll&lt;br /&gt;some more later. 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