<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post2568004343132881319..comments</id><updated>2009-11-13T09:35:13.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Quiet Like Horses: A Case of the Me Toos</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/feeds/2568004343132881319/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html'/><author><name>Sobrina Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629562195146939698</uri><email>sobrina.tung@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-3740676239810766736</id><published>2009-11-13T09:35:13.079-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:35:13.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom -- All right! I'm always looking for som...</title><content type='html'>Boom Boom -- All right! I&amp;#39;m always looking for someone to have a pity party with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoMo, I can totally see a mom saying something like that. LOL</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3740676239810766736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3740676239810766736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258133713079#c3740676239810766736' title=''/><author><name>Sobrina Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629562195146939698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03120829636836431655'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-3353698943893239924</id><published>2009-11-13T07:11:10.070-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:11:10.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends seem to be dropping like flies as of la...</title><content type='html'>my friends seem to be dropping like flies as of late too. every time i call and whine to my mother about another one who&amp;#39;s taken &amp;#39;the death sentence&amp;#39;, she always says, &amp;#39;well...would YOU want to be married to him?&amp;#39; and i have to stop and think about it for a minute, because really i wouldn&amp;#39;t want to be and she&amp;#39;s absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i remember how happy i am to be unscathed by marriage...for now...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3353698943893239924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3353698943893239924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258125070070#c3353698943893239924' title=''/><author><name>PoMo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658775794584220378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11744980860704921949'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-176054638576206138</id><published>2009-11-13T00:18:53.987-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:18:53.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should get her soon. I heard her sing live on ...</title><content type='html'>You should get her soon. I heard her sing live on TV recently and homegirl&amp;#39;s losing it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/176054638576206138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/176054638576206138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258100333987#c176054638576206138' title=''/><author><name>Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11392167013685939462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06893693390586401405'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-7802996070901380486</id><published>2009-11-12T23:08:31.277-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:08:31.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a great way to tell this story and how you're...</title><content type='html'>Such a great way to tell this story and how you&amp;#39;re feeling.  What you are feeling is not unusual and a lot of us women understand.  I&amp;#39;ve been living in Los Angeles for six years now and I am on such a different playing field from my good friends from high school/college.  I was in two weddings in two months!  I&amp;#39;ve lost track of all the children that I send gifts to now.  And now that I&amp;#39;m past 30, the feeling comes on at whim, when I least expect it.  But I promise there are moments when you think, thank goodness.  Not there yet.  And there are moments when you realize life is taking you where you&amp;#39;re meant to be.  I&amp;#39;m a big fan of yours and a big fan of you and Alan&amp;#39;s strength.  You&amp;#39;ve gone through something that very few could understand.  Take your blessings and embrace the life you are building...for yourself and with him.  All good things come in due time.  P.S.  Next time you feel this way, swing by and we&amp;#39;ll throw a pity party/tantrum together:)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/7802996070901380486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/7802996070901380486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258096111277#c7802996070901380486' title=''/><author><name>Boom Boom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06378605075985263598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12352212098635807086'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-4174530525723383796</id><published>2009-11-12T22:16:40.397-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:16:40.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting married was one of the best things I've ev...</title><content type='html'>Getting married was one of the best things I&amp;#39;ve ever done in my life (if not the only best thing!) - but I did it before it was cool for me to do it.  I got married at 18 - jumped the gun so to speak - everyone thought I was preggers.  No wailing pooping offspring here (2 years later)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married on my own time.  Only a few of my friends are married even at this point.  It&amp;#39;s all in your own personal timing.  There&amp;#39;s nothing &amp;quot;me too&amp;quot; about it.  When the time is right, you guys will know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now if only a certain someone would happen to read his beloved&amp;#39;s blog...)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/4174530525723383796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/4174530525723383796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258093000397#c4174530525723383796' title=''/><author><name>Cham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658595962079138485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14953265789355286112'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-3955394443573407695</id><published>2009-11-12T21:24:39.384-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:24:39.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay strong! Getting married was one of the most s...</title><content type='html'>Stay strong! Getting married was one of the most stressful things I&amp;#39;ve ever done! There&amp;#39;s no need to rush, I swear! Just be thankful you have a love in your life...even if he likes wearing skinny cords :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3955394443573407695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3955394443573407695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258089879384#c3955394443573407695' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804176036681931860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-8004709289094105604</id><published>2009-11-12T19:03:51.985-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:03:51.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Three...</title><content type='html'>Me Three...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/8004709289094105604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/8004709289094105604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258081431985#c8004709289094105604' title=''/><author><name>SingleDatingMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07333759149933371283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09851308455072836003'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-3314739363970925381</id><published>2009-11-12T13:01:06.090-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:01:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHHA so funny! Great story :)</title><content type='html'>HAHAHHA so funny! Great story :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3314739363970925381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3314739363970925381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258059666090#c3314739363970925381' title=''/><author><name>Sobrina Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629562195146939698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03120829636836431655'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-9122555456981408242</id><published>2009-11-12T11:32:43.878-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:32:43.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap! Me too! ~snicker~ Wet dreams... Sooo co...</title><content type='html'>Holy crap! Me too! ~snicker~ Wet dreams... Sooo confusing. I honestly didn&amp;#39;t know what the deal was until I started dating my hubby, and he had to explain it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember they showed us (boys &amp;amp; girls together) this weird beta max video with a collection of scenes that were supposed to represent the different changes we were going to go through. The wet dream scene showed this boy who looked about 13 (but was wearing a cowboy pajama set for some reason). He tried sneaking out of his room with his entire bedding set (did he really need the pillow cases?) wadded up in his arms, but was caught by his older brother (who 1.apparently just got home from a date, for which he obviously had no curfew, and 2.bore a very strong resemblance to one of the New Kids on the Block). Donny (or whatever Big Brother&amp;#39;s name was) asked Lil Bro what he&amp;#39;s doing &amp;amp; Lil Bro looked like he was going to cry. Donny then noticed the bedding and got this very knowing look on his face, put his arm around Lil Bro and said something to the effect of &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry. You just had a wet dream. (He gives a big sparkly Colgate smile at this point.)It&amp;#39;s a very natural thing that just happened.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You mean I&amp;#39;m not dying?&amp;quot;, says Lil Bro. &amp;quot;Ha Ha. No, that happens to every guy when they reach a certain age. It&amp;#39;s all just a part of growing up. Come on. I&amp;#39;ll show you where Mom keeps the laundry detergent, and where dad keeps his old magazines...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I fibbed about that last line, but the rest was true. I remember being extremely confused because nobody ever explained what a wet dream was. Honestly, I thought part of growing up meant that boys would pee the bed more. Whenever I asked an adult what a wet dream was, they&amp;#39;d always answer &amp;quot;oh, it&amp;#39;s just something boys go through. Go watch cartoons.&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/9122555456981408242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/9122555456981408242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258054363878#c9122555456981408242' title=''/><author><name>MunkyBt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12306854915436328244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06275982597214124454'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-499729027396725302</id><published>2009-11-12T09:49:57.094-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:49:57.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah yes! The underwear in the package of 3! hehe 

...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes! The underwear in the package of 3! hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bug, kids can be so silly, can&amp;#39;t they? And LOL about Mariah. I&amp;#39;ve never really seen her in an interview... that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, I always had a sneaking suspicion the boys just didn&amp;#39;t care. Glad to know maybe some of the boys I chased around on the playground maybe liked it...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/499729027396725302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/499729027396725302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258048197094#c499729027396725302' title=''/><author><name>Sobrina Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629562195146939698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03120829636836431655'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-1377715846617266224</id><published>2009-11-12T08:54:42.327-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:54:42.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll happen...</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;ll happen...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/1377715846617266224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/1377715846617266224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258044882327#c1377715846617266224' title=''/><author><name>2busy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904475961832992495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04311404482913524002'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-3744699276182552783</id><published>2009-11-12T07:40:40.433-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:40:40.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting from a guys point of view, most guys I...</title><content type='html'>Interesting from a guys point of view, most guys I know never went through any of this. There was never a me to to get your first jock strap! Guys don&amp;#39;t seem to compete this way, sure you wanted to be taller but not too tall, stronger, faster etc. But it was not something we dwelled on. I remember those 5th grade sex ed classes, part of the drug prevention classes too at my school. If the girls were talking about becoming a women us guys were back onto kick-ball or some other game. It just was not that important to us. But then most guys have no idea when they became a man or if they did at all! ;-) Being cool never had anything to do with what was between our legs, and certainly not something we would have talked about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just me as I never felt a need to compare my size to other guys in the locker room nor was I ever curious about them. On the other hand I could never get enough information about the girls and that still holds true today. Girls have always been the most fascinating of topics so while you were focused on you, we were too. Not on ourselves so much.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3744699276182552783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/3744699276182552783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258040440433#c3744699276182552783' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14342924788050844120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2587581998788908945</id><published>2009-11-12T07:03:14.124-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:03:14.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the time we had our little talk in the 5th grad...</title><content type='html'>By the time we had our little talk in the 5th grade I had already passed that threshhold. It was the first and only time in my school life that I was a cool kid. Of course we didn&amp;#39;t know it at the time, but who in the world would want to start that early? Think of it - I&amp;#39;m 45 now - how many months is that? Shudder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that having Mariah sign would be cool, but just don&amp;#39;t let her talk...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/2587581998788908945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/2587581998788908945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258038194124#c2587581998788908945' title=''/><author><name>The Bug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02187605061587060730'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-5374942945727376573</id><published>2009-11-12T06:58:15.949-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:58:15.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say to this post other than, ...</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t know what to say to this post other than, &amp;quot;Me too.&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/5374942945727376573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/5374942945727376573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258037895949#c5374942945727376573' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088823107687848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01215150545619617649'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-9624018090843481</id><published>2009-11-12T04:03:55.124-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:03:55.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That reminds me of that children's book "Me Too" b...</title><content type='html'>That reminds me of that children&amp;#39;s book &amp;quot;Me Too&amp;quot; by Mercer Mayer... but in a more adult sense, of course. &lt;br /&gt;I remember my first bra and my first pair of underwear that didn&amp;#39;t come in a package of three. I was so proud.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/9624018090843481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/2568004343132881319/comments/default/9624018090843481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html?showComment=1258027435124#c9624018090843481' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17156743943906693951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08085651943236108399'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.quietlikehorses.com/2009/11/case-of-me-toos.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360593805083673688.post-2568004343132881319' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2360593805083673688/posts/default/2568004343132881319' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>