<?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-7803347759320496866</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:50:12.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie and The Pussycat Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658625495229395954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/as617/P7090021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803347759320496866.post-5128605544601841269</id><published>2007-08-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:34:11.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating much! I get distracted so easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories of my batty old mother!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Teen Aged-Angst: Well this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803347759320496866-5128605544601841269?l=pussycattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/feeds/5128605544601841269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803347759320496866&amp;postID=5128605544601841269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/5128605544601841269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/5128605544601841269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658625495229395954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/as617/P7090021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803347759320496866.post-1032511813827840877</id><published>2007-08-27T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:20:22.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories Of My Psycho Mother.</title><content type='html'>Lets face it, my whole family is crazy. All of us have our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; quirks. But out of everyone in my family, my mother has to be the worst of them all. Some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; she does and says are just well, for lack of a better word, RETARDED. I swear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reaction&lt;/span&gt; is just "what the fuck?!" Here is just a sample of what shes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my family has gotten new, extremely comfy couches. So, like anyone would, I like to sit on them. One day i am just sitting on the couch with one leg under me (its just how i sit normally, i cant help it) and my mom walks in and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josie, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting mom, what does it look like?"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU CANT SIT ON THE COUCH LIKE THAT ITS BRAND NEW AND YOUR GONNA MESS IT UP!"&lt;br /&gt;".. o.o .. how am I supposed to sit?, i cant help it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Not like that! these new couches are gonna get messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the way you sit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, a few years ago, before my best friends Kayla and Taylor moved out to "Never Never Land" I came home from their house to pick up some things and go stay over their house for the night. I gather my things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and walk into the living room. I see my mother trying to fix the VCR. I look at her and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey ma, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"the VCR is &lt;em&gt;"getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jiggy&lt;/span&gt; with it"&lt;/em&gt; and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"The picture is all messed up and i cant fix it!"&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: "Mom, no, j-just, wow. Uh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not what "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jiggy&lt;/span&gt;" means ma"&lt;br /&gt;"Really?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear on my life, that really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was working on a drawing that i am copying from a picture. I decided not to print the picture out to save paper and what not so I looked at it on the computer while working. I was almost done with the picture, all i had to do was shade it, when i decided to ask my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; my drawing resembled the picture. I walk into the office with my drawing book, and my laptop, place it down and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, can you look at this picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; drawing and tell me if it looks like the actual thing"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! It looks good. Accept the face looks a little big right here"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah see all the shading i have to do that and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;it ll&lt;/span&gt; look the same"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay. How are you doing that on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Th picture, are you using Paint to make it or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, the drawing is MY drawing, not the one oh the computer!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Stories will be out soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803347759320496866-1032511813827840877?l=pussycattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/feeds/1032511813827840877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803347759320496866&amp;postID=1032511813827840877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/1032511813827840877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/1032511813827840877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/stories-of-my-psycho-mother.html' title='Stories Of My Psycho Mother.'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658625495229395954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/as617/P7090021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803347759320496866.post-7902759420754152100</id><published>2007-08-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:04:18.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one big almost happy family</title><content type='html'>As you probably already realize by looking at Wendys blog, my family isnt the most normal. But really, who has one of those "picture perfect" families like in the 1950's?!.. pshh, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family i have my mom who can only be described as the "cleaning nazi" (my friends and i gave her this name) I seriously think my mom has come crazy OCD cleaning issues. On her breaks from work, she comes home and vaccums the house. every. single. day. i swear its so weird. Also we used to have a dog and she was a very sweet dog at first. So what does my mom do? SHE VACCUMS THE DOG! .. and ever since then my dog was never the same :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres my dad. Hes actually one of the normal ones. All he wants is to watch tv and coach baseball. Simple enough, right? I feel bad for him though, hes always getting nagged by my crazy mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is, as you know, Wendy. She has to be one of the coolest sisters ever (and im not saying that just becuase she reads. this haha) Seriously, shes great. I can actually hold a conversation with her without haveing to gouge my eyes out with a spork. Whenever i mention a sister in convesation with my friends they say "Wait the cool one or the other one" haha. Its so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, there is my sister Christine. Oh god, what a piece of work this one is. I swear she is EXACTLY like my mother, which is why i totally think my mother likes her best. Shes so annoying and tries to act like shes my mother.. pssh whatever man. Get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just a briefing on my family. I will have many "cracktastic" stories about them soon :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Josie Blackheart loves you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803347759320496866-7902759420754152100?l=pussycattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/feeds/7902759420754152100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803347759320496866&amp;postID=7902759420754152100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/7902759420754152100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/7902759420754152100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-big-almost-happy-family.html' title='one big almost happy family'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658625495229395954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/as617/P7090021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803347759320496866.post-514379605377704100</id><published>2007-08-06T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:49:40.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello everyone! ^^</title><content type='html'>Hi im Josie! My sister, Wendy and I were talking one day and we were discussing her blog. She suggested that I also start a blog so, here I am! Im new to this whole blogspot thing so please bear with me !!&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/7803347759320496866-514379605377704100?l=pussycattales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/feeds/514379605377704100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803347759320496866&amp;postID=514379605377704100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/514379605377704100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803347759320496866/posts/default/514379605377704100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussycattales.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-everyone.html' title='hello everyone! ^^'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658625495229395954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/as617/P7090021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
