<?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-3493050606954448737</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:34:01.627-08:00</updated><category term='mom gifts'/><category term='BEST OF'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='sluttywhiteshorts'/><category term='dad'/><category term='EMAIL'/><category term='informative'/><category term='text'/><category term='family'/><category term='tweets'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='WINNING'/><category term='mom'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Best of Emails'/><category term='IM'/><category term='voicemail'/><title type='text'>Emails From My Mother</title><subtitle type='html'>i love you so much, and i think you're beautiful. so i hope you don't take this the wrong way: please stop wearing those slutty white shorts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-824265703920021374</id><published>2012-02-14T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:50:02.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>So You're Single on Valentine's Day: A Reminder From My Mom</title><summary type='text'>
The V-Day cards and gifts have arrived!  


"Dont you just love this? You can comb her hair, Chloe!"

And for my 27-year old brother, a walking penguin and a card... 





</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/824265703920021374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/824265703920021374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-youre-single-on-valentines-day.html' title='So You&apos;re Single on Valentine&apos;s Day: A Reminder From My Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0Ex_j_rEVc/Tzr_g5RywFI/AAAAAAAABEo/-RCSBDa67GE/s72-c/IMG00754-20120214-1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4565935083145857364</id><published>2012-02-02T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:04:00.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>No Sound on This Computer?</title><summary type='text'>
From: Mom

i have no sound on this computer.  is there a way to get sound?  when i tab onto that speaker logo, like on u tube, it doesn't work.  is it possible there is no sound on this computer or am i missing something?  (please answer with kindness.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4565935083145857364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4565935083145857364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-sound-on-this-computer.html' title='No Sound on This Computer?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-9010996289599802752</id><published>2012-02-01T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:15:46.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><title type='text'>BEST OF: Mom Flips Out Over Lost Suede Jacket</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
Subject: important
To: SJ


where is your suede jacket. this is unbelieveable. because you've always loved that jacket and have worn it for - what four years now - as a gift to you, i paid $55 to have the zipper (and all buttons) repaired on that jacket, and you LEFT IT SOMEWHERE?! i treat you like a child???!!!!! and where were your dress pants? ya think you'd know where you took them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/9010996289599802752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/9010996289599802752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/02/mom-flips-out-over-lost-suede-jacket.html' title='BEST OF: Mom Flips Out Over Lost Suede Jacket'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8361539483123545063</id><published>2012-01-25T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:15:05.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Mom on 'Alana Del Ray' Video</title><summary type='text'>From: Megan
 I made a funny video thing! 
You can watch it here: (Shit Lana Del Ray Says)
 I hope you like it!
 It's dumb. It's sooooo dumb.

From: Mom
To: Megan


Hi Megan,  Thanks for sending your video link. We always enjoy watching you. We had to research Alana del Ray (found out her real name is Lizzie Grant). Are you going to put it on youtube? Then you can see how many hits it gets, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8361539483123545063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8361539483123545063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/01/mom-on-alana-del-ray-video.html' title='Mom on &apos;Alana Del Ray&apos; Video'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5262439230912273919</id><published>2012-01-24T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:30:13.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>BURNING MAN</title><summary type='text'>To: FamilyFrom: LJ 
i love THIS! anyone wanna go to burning man?


To: Family
From: Dad
I think I may be smoldering right now.  Do you have to camp out and are there bugs? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5262439230912273919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5262439230912273919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/01/burning-man.html' title='BURNING MAN'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7169873259999856007</id><published>2012-01-19T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:28:58.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Tiny White Bowl That Sat Next to Tiny And Serious Chinese Man is Missing</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Me
you asked me to describe the tiny white bowl that i've been looking for, for about a week now.  i can't think of any new way to describe it.  i'm thinking if you find a tiny white bowl, you won't be asking yourself if this is the one i'm referring to.   it's about the diameter of a quarter. i always kept it on the shelf in the bathroom, on top of the little rock where that tiny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7169873259999856007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7169873259999856007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiny-white-bowl-that-sat-next-to-tiny.html' title='Tiny White Bowl That Sat Next to Tiny And Serious Chinese Man is Missing'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2787140695007862337</id><published>2012-01-16T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:32:12.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Germs</title><summary type='text'>From: JS
To: Mom


FYI, I sneezed on the blanket on the couch by accident. dunno if u wanted to wash it or not.  Also, the remotes may or may not be covered in germs. 



From: MomTo: JS
oh, don't be silly.  why would i want to wash the blanket that now has your wet flu germs all over it? does it please you to be disgusting?  this is right up there with your brother saying he doesn't believe in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2787140695007862337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2787140695007862337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/01/germs_16.html' title='Germs'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7240489273394062606</id><published>2012-01-05T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:37:42.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Four-Year-Old Puppet Makes Art</title><summary type='text'>From: MeTo: Family

THIS is ridiculous.

From: Dad
I’m pretty sure it’s not a 4 year old but a puppet… and the parents are probably artists (con artists) and the paint was photoshopped.  This art video is weirder than the republican debates.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7240489273394062606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7240489273394062606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2012/01/four-year-old-puppet-makes-art.html' title='Four-Year-Old Puppet Makes Art'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3240888947243621127</id><published>2011-11-17T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:34:42.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>A Bunch of Crap?</title><summary type='text'>From Mom:To: Family
I saw this quote today from Mother Teresa:
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotton that we belong to each other."
My wish: nobody's rolling their eyes and saying "what a bunch of crap."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3240888947243621127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3240888947243621127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/11/bunch-of-crap_17.html' title='A Bunch of Crap?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3151234504977552941</id><published>2011-11-15T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:14:39.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voicemail'/><title type='text'>VOICEMAIL FROM DAD</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3151234504977552941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3151234504977552941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/11/voicemail-from-dad.html' title='VOICEMAIL FROM DAD'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4590411829261744586</id><published>2011-11-04T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:27:11.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lesbihonest, Aunt Alice Was A Lesbian</title><summary type='text'>From: JJ
To:  The Fam

I thought I might see Aunt Alice on THIS list. 


From: SJ
too lazy to open the link. is it top 10 lesbians or something?


From: Mom

okay.  let's get the record straight.  my beloved aunt alice (RIP) was NOT a lesbian.  though there is nothing wrong with being a lesbian.  though my aunt alice may have thought something would be wrong with being a lesbian.  but she would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4590411829261744586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4590411829261744586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/11/httpwww.html' title='Lesbihonest, Aunt Alice Was A Lesbian'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4502373003081433459</id><published>2011-11-02T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T03:41:24.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Pro-Date, Pro-Occupy!</title><summary type='text'>To: Dad
From: CJ

Read the articles below on dates.  They should be an official staple of our shopping lists from now on!  


To: CJ
From: Dad


I am pro-date (tho not eharmony.com), pro-fig, and pro-Occupy everything! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4502373003081433459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4502373003081433459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/11/pro-date-pro-occupy.html' title='Pro-Date, Pro-Occupy!'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-882121104731708276</id><published>2011-10-31T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:14:27.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>You Go Girl!</title><summary type='text'>[In response to me winning a costume contest dressed as Amy Winehouse]:


To: Demi
From: Mom

Go girl. you saw it, believed it and you did it!



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/882121104731708276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/882121104731708276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-go-girl.html' title='You Go Girl!'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7070356355301656333</id><published>2011-10-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:01:14.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voicemail'/><title type='text'>VOICEMAIL: "you're starting to look like a dyke"</title><summary type='text'>  

See the entire "BEST OF' collection HERE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7070356355301656333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7070356355301656333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/09/voicemail-youre-starting-to-look-like.html' title='VOICEMAIL: &quot;you&apos;re starting to look like a dyke&quot;'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8508432430355670053</id><published>2011-10-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:57:01.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Onesies For The Family</title><summary type='text'>From: JJ
To: Family


Thoughts on THIS? i think we should buy matching pjs for the fam and wear them on christmas morning. 




From: Dad
To: Family


Do they come in XXXXXL?




From: Mom
To: Family


I think it's a groovy idea. does everyone want this as their Chanukah gift?


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8508432430355670053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8508432430355670053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/10/onesies-for-whole-family.html' title='Onesies For The Family'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2534423747341526099</id><published>2011-08-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:50:54.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>I Want To Know....</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Megan


Who's the date with? Is it the perverted guy that you and E were checking out at home?Where are you going? Did the guy come to work on your loft bed - is he your date?...Is your roommate all moved in and where are you sleeping? How are things going with your roommate? Did you hang the mirror and do you have a room divider up yet?...I want to know...

Love ,

Yo Momma


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2534423747341526099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2534423747341526099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-know.html' title='I Want To Know....'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8965962478141360581</id><published>2011-08-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:49:04.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>PERFUME ADVISORY</title><summary type='text'>just wanted to send along another advisory about perfume. to reiterate: 

THE PURPOSE OF WEARING PERFUME IS TO SMELL NICE.

THE PURPOSE OF WEARING PERFUME IS NOT TO DROWN OUT EVERY OTHER SURROUNDING SCENT (NOR TO COVER UP POOR PERSONAL HYGIENE ISSUES).  AND ALSO IT SHOULDN'T CAUSE ANY OF THE PEOPLE WHO COME IN CONTACT WITH THE WEARER TO SUDDENLY FEEL EXTREME DIZZINESS OR THE ONSET OF A SEVERE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8965962478141360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8965962478141360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfume-advisory.html' title='PERFUME ADVISORY'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6961883773070212786</id><published>2011-07-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:44:03.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>What Happened on The Bachelorette?</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Me

What happened on The Bachelorette?  I'm sure I could google it but I'd rather hear it from you.


From: Me
To: Mom

Ames got "kicked off."  She just didn't feel a strong enough connection with him.  Her feelings for J.P. are growing stronger.  Fiji next week!


From: Mom
To: Me

Is Ames the nice guy with the big forehead?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6961883773070212786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6961883773070212786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/07/ames-got-kicked-off.html' title='What Happened on The Bachelorette?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1907621031896835743</id><published>2011-07-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:46:45.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Kerfuffle?</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Sage


KERFUFFLE!   that's the word i keep hearing and never heard before lately.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1907621031896835743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1907621031896835743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/07/kerfuffle.html' title='Kerfuffle?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3599687155867155232</id><published>2011-07-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:16:36.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>And the Dentist Nags Continue...</title><summary type='text'>To: Family
From: Mom


there are three people in dad's office that go to a dentist in newton that they all love.  we are all due for dental checkups so i wondered if we should try to set up some appointments. 

(only problem is the three people in dad's office who see this dentist are beautiful women, so i'm not sure if you have to be a beautiful woman to see him, in which case dad would be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3599687155867155232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3599687155867155232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-dentist-nags-continue.html' title='And the Dentist Nags Continue...'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2365218220157730177</id><published>2011-07-05T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:53:08.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>ETSY BOWLS, GIMME GIMME GIMME</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Sage

i want my etsy bowls!  i want my etsy bowls!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2365218220157730177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2365218220157730177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/07/etsy-bowls-gimme-gimme-gimme.html' title='ETSY BOWLS, GIMME GIMME GIMME'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8496205731028281682</id><published>2011-06-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:52:47.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Centipede Leaves a Note</title><summary type='text'>To: Mom

 fyi the pillow on the floor in the livingroom probably has a dead centipede under it. i saw ANOTHER one and it was the only thing in reach. afraid to move it in case centipede is still alive. ewww ewww ewww
 
 From: Mom
 

dad lifted the pillow.  no centipede was there.  but he left a note.  said he is hurt that you have not made him feel welcome in your home.  and that it was his home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8496205731028281682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8496205731028281682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/06/centipede-leaves-note.html' title='Centipede Leaves a Note'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8633246799426767157</id><published>2011-05-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:54:18.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>&lt; 3</title><summary type='text'>Me:first you have to type a &lt; then 3 and it looks like a heart. kind of. 

Dad (on g chat): ♥ ???

Me: nice!

Dad: How the fuck did it turn over and turn red??? 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8633246799426767157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8633246799426767157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/05/3.html' title='&lt; 3'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-581125567332917356</id><published>2011-05-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:08:37.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>(NEW!) BEST OF:  Do Not Post About Your Boobs on Facebook</title><summary type='text'>
From: MomTo: LS
You are almost 24 and getting a master's and might be looking for a job someday, and/or trying to make contacts in Europe with adults who might employ you. I REALLY don't think, for the sake of your own self-esteem first of all, and second of all for your resume and for whoever you might want to take you seriously, that you should put posts about your boobs on facebook. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/581125567332917356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/581125567332917356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-best-of-do-not-post-about-your.html' title='(NEW!) BEST OF:  Do Not Post About Your Boobs on Facebook'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3351688634953661395</id><published>2011-05-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:28:37.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WINNING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>The Trash Goddess</title><summary type='text'>

From: Dad
To: Landlord


CC: Family




In response to your email about recyclables, where does the glass go?




From: Landlord
To: Dad


Glass, plastic and metal cans all go together.




From: Mom
To: Dad


i know i have been away for a while.  but excuse me.  i am the trash goddess.  in the future, please direct all your trash and recycle queries to ME.

it's a matter of respect.




From: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3351688634953661395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3351688634953661395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/05/trash-goddess.html' title='The Trash Goddess'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-742478636603558605</id><published>2011-03-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:14:42.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Mother/Daughter Chat Syllabus</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Me


my little munchkin, when are we going to have a lovely mother/daughter chat?  after seeing grandma tonight, i'm having dinner with ellen so could we have a lovely mother/daughter chat tomorrow?

topics to be covered:

the importance of condoms
the importance of sobriety
the importance of voting
the importance of taking a shower
the importance of not dressing like a slut
the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/742478636603558605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/742478636603558605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/03/topics-to-be-covered-during.html' title='Mother/Daughter Chat Syllabus'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7905657775090288228</id><published>2011-03-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:25:46.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Lean Cuisines</title><summary type='text'>From: Mom
To: Family


Subject: don't eat lean cuisine's spaghetti and meatball dinner




for those of you who still eat lean cuisine, their spaghetti and meatball dinner has been recalled.



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7905657775090288228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7905657775090288228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/03/lean-cuisines.html' title='Lean Cuisines'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2450078931325425880</id><published>2011-03-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:30:00.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Funemployment</title><summary type='text'>From: DadTo: SJSubject:  ADP shows 217,000 private-sector jobs added in Feb.
Good time to hit the market...things are picking up.

From: SJTo: Dad

Thanks DAD. WORK IS ON THE WAY!!! although I just got my first response back from an employer.  They are from Africa and want me to give them my social security and $150 for a credit report before they interview me :/


From: DadTo: SJ 
I like your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2450078931325425880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2450078931325425880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/03/funemployment_07.html' title='Funemployment'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7474235055790031739</id><published>2011-02-26T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:15:05.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>GET THIS FUCKING CAT OFF MY HEAD</title><summary type='text'>so i had this dream last night. i was alone in this office and this woman comes in with her kids. i thought she must've been the boss' wife, though she didn't say so. there was a large porcelain orange cat right where they came in, and one of her kids started freaking out. i said, "it's not real, it's not real." then the mom said the same thing to reassure the kid and he calmed down. but then a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7474235055790031739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7474235055790031739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/02/get-this-fucking-cat-off-my-head.html' title='GET THIS FUCKING CAT OFF MY HEAD'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2954455391149262603</id><published>2011-01-17T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:31:28.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Keep the Faith, Baby</title><summary type='text'>This is mostly just really sweet.  Especially my Dad's response! 


From: Mom
To: The Family


i know you all think i'm psycho about this kind of stuff, but this site is honest and real, and it helps people and non-people in need.  (if you all weren't so jaded, you'd know it's true.)

go to the place where you "click", not to the "store." every day there is a heartwarming story.  check out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2954455391149262603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2954455391149262603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/01/elijah-cat-more.html' title='Keep the Faith, Baby'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1617741000079261744</id><published>2011-01-16T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:39:30.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best of Emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Chinese Mothers</title><summary type='text'>From JP to EFMM:  My dad sent this email about this tyrannic Chinese mother without any context, followed by the message below.  


From: Dad
To: JP &amp; Hil
Subject: Chinese Mothers
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Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior
CAN A REGIMEN OF NO PLAYDATES, NO TV, NO COMPUTER GAMES AND HOURS OF MUSIC PRACTICE CREATE HAPPY KIDS? AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1617741000079261744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1617741000079261744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-dad-to-jp-hil-subject-chinese.html' title='Chinese Mothers'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3451542257291766218</id><published>2011-01-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:57:21.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>My Classic Momism</title><summary type='text'>To: PeterFrom: MomDreading this afternoon's wedding a wee bit. However, I'm trying to take the advice I always gave you kids. In case you have forgotten, it is to always anticipate with hope the unexpected. I'll let you know how it goes.Hugs,MomTo: MomFrom: PeterMom. Nice thought, but, in case you have forgotten, you have never once said that to either of us. I hope you enjoyed the wedding!Hugs,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3451542257291766218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3451542257291766218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-classic-momism.html' title='My Classic Momism'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-136998466266956096</id><published>2010-12-19T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:29:58.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best of Emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Pre-Cleaning Lady Clean...?</title><summary type='text'>From: Momso some people might say, "cut them some slack.  you were away for a long time; they did the best they could."i say, ENOUGH WITH THE SLACK-CUTTING.  YOU TWO ARE PIGS.  the people from the cleaning service are coming tomorrow.  i went into your bathroom, not to make it spotless, but to remove enough filth so i would have a shot of them coming back.  the bathtub had so much hair in it.  it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/136998466266956096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/136998466266956096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-cleaning-lady-clean.html' title='Pre-Cleaning Lady Clean...?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-998131039182447703</id><published>2010-11-18T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:06:37.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>TV For Hanukah?</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Jaredgood morning!missed talking to you yesterday, hope all is well.anyway, i want to know if you want a tv for hanukah. i am looking around for them and want to make sure thats what you would like. i want to buy it for you if thats what you want. please let me know.happy Harry Potter movie day!xoxox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/998131039182447703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/998131039182447703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/11/tv-for-hanukah.html' title='TV For Hanukah?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3572232784003670631</id><published>2010-09-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:59:41.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Never Complain About Your Job Again</title><summary type='text'>From: DadTo: FamilySubject: Never complain about your job againI will never complain about my job ever again.I will never complain about my job ever again. I will never complain about my job ever again.From: SJRe: So cleaning up shit is as bad as it gets?From: DadRe: Actually, I cleaned toilets at Polaroid after I graduated and it wasn't that bad.  I think the message is about appreciating what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3572232784003670631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3572232784003670631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-dad-to-family-subject-never.html' title='Never Complain About Your Job Again'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/TKDqicFeSxI/AAAAAAAABDA/KiTWd--UF2U/s72-c/image-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5209736372908083962</id><published>2010-08-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:44:30.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>PARTY PLANS: FAIL</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: MeSteven's film  is coming out in August!From: MeTo: MomNo idea who you're talking about LOLFrom: MomTo: Meoh that's right you never met him. the other kids met him at the wedding.  that was the time you posted a party invitation for our old house on facebook when you thought the rest of us would be in north carolina at the wedding but we found out about your plans and dad ended up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5209736372908083962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5209736372908083962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-plans-fail.html' title='PARTY PLANS: FAIL'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6310492389399115837</id><published>2010-08-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:43:14.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Text From Mom</title><summary type='text'>hi i need phone number for my friend marion if you r home thnx btw lol wtf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6310492389399115837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6310492389399115837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/text-from-mom.html' title='Text From Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2851592392155953163</id><published>2010-08-16T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:26:34.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluttywhiteshorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>THE SLUTTY WHITE SHORTS CHRONICLES</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Mei love you so much, and i think you're beautiful. so i hope you don't take this the wrong way: please stop wearing those slutty white shorts.mom.From: MomTo: Mei will give you ten dollars if you let me throw out your slutty white shorts.another thing. you accuse me of mood swings. but you didn't spend your evening cleaning out cat shit from three litter boxes of the cats that are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2851592392155953163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2851592392155953163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/slutty-white-shorts-chronicles.html' title='THE SLUTTY WHITE SHORTS CHRONICLES'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7328155257476734141</id><published>2010-08-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:40:42.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Floppy Disc</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Kidshas anyone seen the floppy disc labeled "Winter Speech"From: MomTo: KidsHELLO???????? ANYBODY????????From: JJTo: MomSorry, I didn't respond because I thought that was a joke.  Last time I saw a floppy disc I was eating baby food. So no, I haven't seen your FLOPPY DISC.   From: Momfloppy disc, compact disc YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT.  i need it ASAP.  From: MomTHANK YOU ALL FOR </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7328155257476734141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7328155257476734141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/floppy-disc.html' title='Floppy Disc'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3703107120970989549</id><published>2010-08-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:45:32.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Affirmations From Dad</title><summary type='text'>From: JJTo: Familyhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPObkCBl-FsENJOY!From:  DadI like my kids.  I like my soulmate.  I like my remote control. I'm done.That was fun kneee.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3703107120970989549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3703107120970989549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/affirmations-from-dad.html' title='Affirmations From Dad'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3509323872661741221</id><published>2010-08-01T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:42:13.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>The Lies of Facebook</title><summary type='text'>To: MomWhy did you delete your Facebook?  Did it have anything to do with your account getting HACKED yesterday?From: Momi just can't put up with the intrusions and lies that come with facebook.  get out of my face, facebook.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3509323872661741221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3509323872661741221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/lies-of-facebook.html' title='The Lies of Facebook'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7466448579502912667</id><published>2010-07-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:08:55.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Urgent: Centipede Crisis</title><summary type='text'>To: MomI saw a centipede last night.  URGENT: we NEED to contact landlord for exterminator ASAP. From: Momdavid (landlord) email is: xxxxxx@gmail.comhe's very nice.  all hippies are.good luck with your centipede witch hunt.love,mumz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7466448579502912667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7466448579502912667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/07/urgent-centipede-crisis.html' title='Urgent: Centipede Crisis'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5362688522735368037</id><published>2010-07-12T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:38:07.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>YOU WON'T GET IT UNTIL IT BITES YOU IN THE ASS</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Kidsi was thinking, since jolie is coming in for the wedding, and since sage won't be covered for dental insurance (or medical insurance) when he turns 26, and since chloe hasn't been to the dentist in a few months, why don't the three of you make an appt to see barry in august?this is a good idea.  listen to your mutha.From: SageChloe add this to the blogFrom: Momit's not that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5362688522735368037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5362688522735368037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-wont-get-it-until-it-bites-you-in.html' title='YOU WON&apos;T GET IT UNTIL IT BITES YOU IN THE ASS'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5444435113951820005</id><published>2010-07-10T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:41:12.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IM'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Iggy Pop</title><summary type='text'>Mom: here's a good one; yesterday I was sitting at a light on Lee Hwy and an older man rolled down his window and asked if I could give him directions to get to North CarolinaI guess he thinks its a short drive Nick:  haha, you just stay on route 29, it goes all the way down to jacksonville floridaMom: he's probably still driving saying; how long did that lady say we had to go until we got there?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5444435113951820005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5444435113951820005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-iggy-pop.html' title='Happy Birthday, Iggy Pop'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1348414086242644127</id><published>2010-07-08T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:14:08.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>She Had a Baby...</title><summary type='text'>From: JJTo: MomBrittany B had a baby! From: MomTo: JJreally?  is she married and all that?  i'm thinking she's 25.  that doesn't seem THAT young.  what did she have and what did she name it?  did you find out through facebook or did she call you as soon as she gave birth?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1348414086242644127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1348414086242644127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-had-baby.html' title='She Had a Baby...'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5677859649806877107</id><published>2010-07-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:52:27.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Dad's TV Pitches</title><summary type='text'>Note: I asked my Dad to think of some ideas of skits for my cable access show.From: DadTo: MeTwacebook…a new social media tool that's better than facebook and better than twitter…it's where people sit next to each other and talk. Fig triva- The host asks the tough fig questions...contestants have to hold up a fig if they know the answerhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_fig</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5677859649806877107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5677859649806877107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/07/dads-tv-pitches.html' title='Dad&apos;s TV Pitches'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6524092169696037136</id><published>2010-06-27T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:31:15.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Bloody Mom</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Barrie fyi my sinuses are bleeding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6524092169696037136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6524092169696037136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/bloody-mom.html' title='Bloody Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6622989931273760319</id><published>2010-06-21T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:05:03.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>MGMT</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Nikkihi nikki...i was watching david letterman and MGMT performed tonight... do they always wear capes? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6622989931273760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6622989931273760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/mgmt.html' title='MGMT'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-753591705136520913</id><published>2010-06-14T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:18:03.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Mom's Review of True Blood</title><summary type='text'>To: JJFrom: MomDid you see True Blood last night?  What a bunch of soft-core porn.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/753591705136520913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/753591705136520913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/moms-review-of-true-blood.html' title='Mom&apos;s Review of True Blood'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1078906017283256683</id><published>2010-06-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:52:48.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Lie-Lo</title><summary type='text'>To: MeFrom: DadWhere do you want to go out for dinner tonight? P.S. Li-Lo (or as I call her, Lie-Lo, because she's a liar) is a real idiot.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1078906017283256683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1078906017283256683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/lie-lo.html' title='Lie-Lo'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-153427073219135721</id><published>2010-06-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:58:29.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voicemail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>VOICEMAIL: FROM GRANDMA</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/153427073219135721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/153427073219135721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/voicemail-from-grandma.html' title='VOICEMAIL: FROM GRANDMA'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1028714031563548880</id><published>2010-06-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:16:59.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Too Much Perfume</title><summary type='text'>To: MeFrom: Momyesterday as you were leaving for a night out, it reminded me that i wanted to offer some suggestions about perfume-wearing.the scent of perfume should be sensual, soft, and mesmerizing.if you've applied perfume to your body, you should NOT wish for people in your vicinity to: become faint or disoriented, have a seizure, vomit, or develop a severe migraine.thank me later.love,mum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1028714031563548880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1028714031563548880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-much-perfume.html' title='Too Much Perfume'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2438930865422535310</id><published>2010-05-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:43:10.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Peeps In The Entertainment Biz...</title><summary type='text'>From: JJTo: DadCheck out this article on the "Emerson Mafia"...From: DadTo: JJCool article - I thought it was interesting that Herzog said if people make the effort to track him down he'll talk to them.  Peeps in the entertainment biz like people who are aggressive so don’t be afraid to keep calling and emailing the mafia connections. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2438930865422535310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2438930865422535310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/05/peeps-in-entertainment-biz.html' title='Peeps In The Entertainment Biz...'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8996101051878343990</id><published>2010-05-19T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:05:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: MiaSubject: thought for the dayGood morning, Dear Daughter – Always remember to moisturize your neck! Lots of love -- Mommie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8996101051878343990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8996101051878343990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/05/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For the Day'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4461016428184194329</id><published>2010-04-30T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:59:43.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluttywhiteshorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Always My Favorite Shopping Assistant</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Mei want to help you go shopping for your trip to israel. i think a pair of jeans is a good staple to have with you. find out what the weather is like in may. you might need to bring some unslutty shorts. also, start breaking into those new sandals by walking around with them in socks. love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4461016428184194329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4461016428184194329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-my-favorite-shopping-assistant.html' title='Always My Favorite Shopping Assistant'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8456291875806074688</id><published>2010-04-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:34:18.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>A Reminder To My Daughter Abroad</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: LisaSpring in Southern France! Have a fling!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8456291875806074688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8456291875806074688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/reminder-to-my-daughter-abroad.html' title='A Reminder To My Daughter Abroad'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4120906226492946654</id><published>2010-04-27T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:30:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject:</title><summary type='text'>Note: "kids"=Mom is a 1st grade teacher...From: MomTo: MiaSubject: When I eat tuna sandwiches and talk to my kids, they back off; I feel bad and apologize for my tuna breath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4120906226492946654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4120906226492946654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/subject.html' title='Subject:'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2169203227065584543</id><published>2010-04-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:23:33.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>She Got Her WHAT?</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: KristenSo Aunt Maria texts me this morning...Yesterday Kristina got her period for the first time. Maria happened to be on the phone with Uncle John at the time. So Kristina called her from the bathroom and told her what happened, and Maria told John. He says, "WHAT! SHE GOT HER WHAT!?" Then, "I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS, I GOTTA GO. I GOTTA GO." And hung up. Maria was hysterically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2169203227065584543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2169203227065584543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-mom-to-kristen-so-aunt-maria-texts.html' title='She Got Her WHAT?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1901753966849306925</id><published>2010-04-23T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:38:36.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: FamilySubject: FUN DAY!!!!!!dear family,tomorrow (saturday) is the day we all have to do our part, to contribute 100$, i mean 100%, to get our home ready and in spit-spot shape.we can have pizza and sing camp songs all day! we will work together all day long and have group hugs every hour on the hour.who's on board?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!love,momalso, there may be a raffle.  or i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1901753966849306925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1901753966849306925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning-ugh.html' title='Spring Cleaning!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3718085838214320387</id><published>2010-04-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:32:58.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>FWD:</title><summary type='text'>My mom forwarded this to me via email.  I have no idea WHO these people are or where Bradford Rd. is, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know an Edie, making this a FWD of a FWD and completely useless. Thanks Mom!From: MomSubject: FWD: lock your cars and keep valuable insideThe handbag of my friend on Bradford Road was stolen from her unlocked car last night.  Also, Justin found evidence that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3718085838214320387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3718085838214320387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/fwd.html' title='FWD:'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5855802402086536234</id><published>2010-04-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:12:17.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>For the Fridge</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: JJi think i already asked you for a photo of you and jeff.  i would like a LOVELY photo (not like your xmas card disaster).  i need it for the fridge.thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5855802402086536234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5855802402086536234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-fridge.html' title='For the Fridge'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1839493820133280967</id><published>2010-04-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:03:44.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Christmas Trees &amp; Salad Forks</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Me1.  it's april.  passover is done with.  are you okay if we take the fake christmas tree down now?2.  why do we keep losing salad forks?  we're now missing about six of them.  any thoughts about where they might be?mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1839493820133280967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1839493820133280967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/christmas-tree-salad-forks.html' title='Christmas Trees &amp; Salad Forks'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5751961094616876951</id><published>2010-04-20T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:32:10.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>You Are PERFECT!</title><summary type='text'>From: JJTo: Mom and DadI made this picture...(attached)From: MomTo: JJits perfect.  do dad and i have creative kids or what. momFrom: DadTo: JJYou rock JJ! Let the creativity flow...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5751961094616876951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5751961094616876951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-perfect.html' title='You Are PERFECT!'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1399368699074991326</id><published>2010-04-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:06:08.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Good Student Discount</title><summary type='text'>To: AnnaFrom: Mom[Facebook wall post]Amica Insurance just called and told me that we're getting a refund check for the "Good Student Discount"...Ironically it's 1/1000 of your tuition...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1399368699074991326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1399368699074991326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-student-discount.html' title='Good Student Discount'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6212966400944968023</id><published>2010-04-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:58:00.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Scallops For Dinner?</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: LizHeyI have a Dr's appt at 5:30. He wouldn't give me drugs for the plane unless I came in. So Hopefully I shouldn't be long. I was thinking of scallops for dinner. Dad won't be home until 8:30. what do you think? Text me so I know to buy the scallops. Have a good rest of the day. Love you.Mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6212966400944968023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6212966400944968023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/scallops-for-dinner.html' title='Scallops For Dinner?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5809005357016309743</id><published>2010-04-06T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:43:03.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Package Sent 3,000 Miles</title><summary type='text'>A PB &amp; J and $10[Submitted by Elizabeth]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5809005357016309743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5809005357016309743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/package-sent-3000-miles.html' title='A Package Sent 3,000 Miles'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/S7vGkqRU-AI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Jqu70ZEA5zY/s72-c/0204001443a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6587701602204643376</id><published>2010-04-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:22:28.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Why We Never Helped You</title><summary type='text'>To: Mom, DadFrom: JJ[LINK]THAT'S the reason we never helped you, Mom! We weren't "trained" to help you. We never did the dishes, swept or mopped the floor, cleaned, made our beds, etc. But, we did mow the lawn, and we did wash and clean the car(s) and we always helped dad shred paper at work, and did the groceries whenever he asked. You probably should have bought this one instead:[LINK]At least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6587701602204643376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6587701602204643376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-we-never-helped-you.html' title='Why We Never Helped You'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1589833329568106846</id><published>2010-04-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:31:37.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER (TEXT)</title><summary type='text'>Mom: THE EASTER BUNNY HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU.[Submitted by Elizabeth]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1589833329568106846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1589833329568106846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER (TEXT)'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6110559274409884077</id><published>2010-03-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:39:54.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Mandals: Man Sandals!</title><summary type='text'>Note: My mom and I once got lunch and sat on the deck to watch people walk by. After a couple of margaritas, she noticed a guy wearing sandals with socks and started to complain about fashion today. I informed her that sandals worn by men are referred to as "mandals" and she laughed for ten minutes.To: AnnaFrom: MomTell your mandal wearing friends about this. http://arthritis.about.com/od/foot/a/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6110559274409884077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6110559274409884077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/mandals-man-sandals.html' title='Mandals: Man Sandals!'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-1349902780449700121</id><published>2010-03-28T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:32:35.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>(Untitled)</title><summary type='text'>To: AlexFrom: Momhisitting at computer emailing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1349902780449700121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/1349902780449700121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/fyi.html' title='(Untitled)'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8614414091042144229</id><published>2010-03-25T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:55:01.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Nag-O-Meter</title><summary type='text'>From: JJTo: MomI'm hungry, make me something to eat!!!From: JJTo: MeMake it yourself.  I've also erased the "nag-o-meter" that you drew on the dry -erase board downstairs.  Not funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8614414091042144229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8614414091042144229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/nag-o-meter.html' title='Nag-O-Meter'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7596064194723813967</id><published>2010-03-23T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:45:26.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Today is Respect Life Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Note: Cody is my stuffed dog from when I was 8.  My mom likes to personify him as an ideal child, usually for the purpose of harassing us to go to church.From Mom: Today is Respect Life Sunday.  Cody has been to Mass &amp; Communion &amp; is in one of the human life chains nationwide defending &amp; protesting outside abortion clinics.  Coday LOVES God too much to let him down!  Loving, Loyal Cody![Submitted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7596064194723813967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7596064194723813967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-respect-life-sunday.html' title='Today is Respect Life Sunday'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-779530925737253477</id><published>2010-03-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:06:30.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>I'll Stick My Head in the Oven</title><summary type='text'>From my sister:  Does mom ever threaten you with sticking her head in the oven if you don't reply to her text messages or is that just my pleasure to receive?From Mom: Go ahead, ignore me. I'll go stick my head in the oven...&amp; i'm sick, too!  Hope you spill your mushroom soup! &amp; there were PRINCESSES on your spaghettios!...e-mailing Santa --mommy.[Submitted by Liz]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/779530925737253477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/779530925737253477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-stick-my-head-in-oven.html' title='I&apos;ll Stick My Head in the Oven'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8390978567813910023</id><published>2010-03-22T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:04:29.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><title type='text'>BEST OF: "You're Starting to Look Like a Dyke."</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Beth SEE THE ENTIRE BEST OF COLLECTION HERE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8390978567813910023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8390978567813910023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-of-youre-starting-to-look-like.html' title='BEST OF: &quot;You&apos;re Starting to Look Like a Dyke.&quot;'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6519284877200195617</id><published>2010-03-18T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:21:50.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>A Little Update From Mom</title><summary type='text'>To: EliFrom: MomHi! It is always so fun to hear from you. Dad and I went to the Blue Cow for breakfast and then to Waterton Canyon for a long hike. We saw a bald eagle and a ton of pronghorn sheep. It is beautiful today...61 degrees in town and we saw 85 bikes just on Deer Creek.Tonight the Hiester's are coming for dinner. Patrick turns 55 next Thursday. We were going to celebrate with 5 tapas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6519284877200195617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6519284877200195617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-update-from-mom.html' title='A Little Update From Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5241386368644212328</id><published>2010-03-14T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:14:31.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Dad + Snoop + Rihanna</title><summary type='text'>me: do you know who snoop dogg is?dad: yeahh shizzle my nizzle...that's snoop doggme: do you know who rihanna is? mom didn't.dad: she got beaten up by her boyfriend chris.me: wow, mom didnt know who she was.dad: she doesn't know what fergolicious means either. she thinks black eyed peas is a vegetable.[Submitted By JJ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5241386368644212328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5241386368644212328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-do-you-know-who-snoop-dogg-is-dad.html' title='Dad + Snoop + Rihanna'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5857250298831269275</id><published>2010-03-11T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:11:24.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Youtube?</title><summary type='text'>From: Momjust saw your little piece on you tube.  or is it u tube.  or is itleave me alone, i'm old.the POINT is, it was just so fabulous.  love love love it.mumz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5857250298831269275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5857250298831269275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/youtube.html' title='Youtube?'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-66817208128852020</id><published>2010-03-03T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:30:11.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>My Mom &amp; The Beatles, 1965</title><summary type='text'>Facebook comment to Mom:  Remember when you went to the Beatles concert and held up a sign that said "How about a little slap and tickle"? Mom: no, it was, "hey, fab four, how about a little slap and tickle?" it was a huge sign. on a huge sheet and we glued tons of sparkle on every letter. we brought it to the beatles concert (1965) and we planned to hold it up real high. because surely the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/66817208128852020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/66817208128852020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mom-beatles-1065.html' title='My Mom &amp; The Beatles, 1965'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6181313870545626070</id><published>2010-02-26T15:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:43:14.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>How Mom Wants to "Defrost" Frozen Shoulder</title><summary type='text'>To: SageFrom: MomSubject: you promisedto help me put a nadine photo on my facebook home page.to continue watching twin peaks with me on your computer that you hoard.listen, mr. bigshot real estate mogul, i wouldn't want to resort to guilt because that's not what i'm all about.  but as you know, i do have a frozen shoulder and that can easily lead to frozen torso, frozen legs, and frozen brain.  i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6181313870545626070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6181313870545626070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-mom-wants-to-defrosts-frozen.html' title='How Mom Wants to &quot;Defrost&quot; Frozen Shoulder'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-342406253857383915</id><published>2010-02-24T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:10:25.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday</title><summary type='text'>To: MaxFrom: MomPlan on getting a phone call from me on your BIRTHDAY.  Have a great weekend.  Nothing stupid.  Turning 21 is not a right-of-passage.  It's just, unfortunately, another year older...and then older...and older.  Until YOU'RE 57.  Then you lose track of how old you are.  (I honestly do.)Will never forget the mad, scrunched-up punim on your face when you were born.  You were SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/342406253857383915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/342406253857383915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/21st-birthday.html' title='21st Birthday'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3057866301181178656</id><published>2010-02-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:15:35.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Woods</title><summary type='text'>MeI'm sorry...MomYou're like Tiger Woods.  You're not sorry.  You're sorry you got caught.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3057866301181178656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3057866301181178656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-woods.html' title='Tiger Woods'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2364686488706536455</id><published>2010-02-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:06:18.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker, Matchmaker</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: AnnaDad is going to get some baseball equipment from Andrew in Hingham for the kids in the Dominican Republic. I told him to tell Andrew that you're ~single~ again...what a nice young man.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2364686488706536455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2364686488706536455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/matchmaker-matchmaker.html' title='Matchmaker, Matchmaker'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6891606558899586598</id><published>2010-02-14T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:38:53.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x0x0, your 'retarded' mother</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Jonjonny,   so sorry....i'm such a RETARD (as sarah palin doesn't want me to say).....when i received your email it gives me a choice to open as  a pdf file or a 'web page'......and i was clicking on the web page which really makes it lookweird.....so problem solved.   much love from your technologically challenged mother.  x0x0</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6891606558899586598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6891606558899586598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-mom-to-jon-jonny-so-sorry.html' title='x0x0, your &apos;retarded&apos; mother'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7993012500157985165</id><published>2010-02-11T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:37:06.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>My Dad Is Too Cool For School...and the M2 Lounge.</title><summary type='text'>From: DadTo: Me From: FacebookTo: DadSean invited you to "PEACEMARKET 2010"Event: PEACEMARKET 2010 What: BenefitStart time: March 10 at 7:00pm Where: M2 LoungeShould I go?  I thought PeaceMarket 2009 was disappointing. Plus the M2 louge is  so 2008.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7993012500157985165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7993012500157985165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dad-is-too-cool-for-schooland-m2.html' title='My Dad Is Too Cool For School...and the M2 Lounge.'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5597641353057954715</id><published>2010-02-09T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:27:56.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST OF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>BEST OF: WE'RE NOT A FILL UP STATION</title><summary type='text'>Check out the "BEST OF" EFMM, HERE!From: MomTo: MeSubject: running on emptyhey, pals.we're not a fill-up station. quit leaving the car in the driveway that's completely out of gas, and driving away with the one that's full.if it's very low, please put at least SOME gas in the car before returning it to us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5597641353057954715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5597641353057954715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-of-were-not-fill-up-station.html' title='BEST OF: WE&apos;RE NOT A FILL UP STATION'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3903367568437773653</id><published>2010-02-07T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:25:33.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>SUPERBOWL SUNDAY: Text From Dad</title><summary type='text'>From: DadTo: JJme: Who r we routing for?Dad: New orleans saintsme: Cuz of Kim Kardashian?Dad: Bc of Katriname: That doesn't seem like a good enough reasonDad: tis 4 me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3903367568437773653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3903367568437773653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-sunday-text-from-dad.html' title='SUPERBOWL SUNDAY: Text From Dad'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7211388558213172656</id><published>2010-02-07T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:15:11.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Nadine/Please Don't Submit This to EFMM</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: Sagecan you help me?  i want to have nadine's photo on my facebook page.i have no idea how to do that.(please don't submit this to "emails from my mother".  for god's sake, i can't say or write ANYTHING anymore that's not being posted somewhere.  i hate this century.  i swear, i'm going to sue all of ya.)mum(Note. *Nadine=Twin Peaks)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7211388558213172656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7211388558213172656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/nadineplease-dont-submit-this-to-efmm.html' title='Nadine/Please Don&apos;t Submit This to EFMM'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-785102655870157671</id><published>2010-02-05T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:39:05.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMAIL'/><title type='text'>Save Yourself the Trip Upstairs, Mom...</title><summary type='text'>This is in response to me asking my mom to "keep me company," to which she responded "sorry, I'm watching a three-hour Office marathon." Keep in mind that I live at home, right upstairs from my mom's computer room.From: MomTo: Mei didn't mean to hurt your feelings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/785102655870157671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/785102655870157671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-yourself-trip-upstairs-mom.html' title='Save Yourself the Trip Upstairs, Mom...'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-813288370654021903</id><published>2010-02-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:37:57.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Motherly Advice</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: STYou really have the mouth of a sailor.  And pick the clothes up off of your floor, you look like you live in a crack den. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/813288370654021903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/813288370654021903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-motherly-advice.html' title='Some Motherly Advice'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-8763433543308673717</id><published>2010-01-28T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:02:48.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallow Shooter</title><summary type='text'>From: MomSubject: your recent purchasesyou received your marshmallow shooter in the mail today.   i'm glad to see you're having fun living at home and all, but seeing as you are jobless and have been for the past 5 months, maybe you should lay off on the more excessive purchases? something to think about.  on another note, do you want to scare the shit out of dad when he comes home from work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8763433543308673717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/8763433543308673717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/marshmallow-shooter.html' title='Marshmallow Shooter'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-5126943164454418852</id><published>2010-01-26T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:25:21.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Mom Jingle</title><summary type='text'>From: Momso we were sitting at the table earlier this evening and i don't know what made me remember this song we used to sing when i was about ten:      whistle while you work     hitler was a jerk     mussolini bit his peenie     now it doesn't work. i'm thinking you're thinking i made this up, but my old friends from new york will back me up on this.  (they better). love,mom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5126943164454418852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/5126943164454418852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-mom-jingle.html' title='A Little Mom Jingle'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4512487925658937536</id><published>2010-01-25T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:27:38.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Drain</title><summary type='text'>From: MomTo: OrsonWhat was the name of the movie where the middle age woman in Miami was addicted to speed.....I have a brain drain-mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4512487925658937536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4512487925658937536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/brain-drain.html' title='Brain Drain'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-314098159392898571</id><published>2010-01-23T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:20:49.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>[Texts] With Dad</title><summary type='text'>Dad: Will you be home for dinner?Me: No but save me some for when I get home.(a few hours later)Me: We went out for dinner actually but I'll take mine for lunch tomorrow.Dad: Drop dead. This is not a take out joint.Dad: We are doing 7 sea food courses for x-mas eve. Sweet!!!!!!!Me: Whaaat?Dad: If you were here for dinner you'd know what we were talking about.[Submitted by NK]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/314098159392898571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/314098159392898571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/texts-with-dad.html' title='[Texts] With Dad'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2473901045432966574</id><published>2010-01-20T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:09:38.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Election Thoughts From Mom</title><summary type='text'>From: MomSubject: Coakleymay wFrom: MomSubject: Coakeythe computer cut me off before i was finished. i'm sure a republican caused it.  what i was about to say is, may we always keep our eyes on the prize.love, mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2473901045432966574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2473901045432966574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-mom-to-me-subject-coakley-may-w.html' title='Post-Election Thoughts From Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-4566172915866486882</id><published>2010-01-19T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:46:50.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Princess Okay?: Mom Shows Concern for  Kim Kardashian's Chihuahua</title><summary type='text'>My mom and I are guilty of watching "Keeping Up With The Kardashians" every Sunday.  We sit through the entire hour-long program together, making unnecessary comments throughout as if the Kardashians can hear us. (For example) "Scott is such a pig."--My mom. In last week's episode, Kim happened to stumble upon a stray chihuahua, who ended up needing emergency surgery.  ___________________________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4566172915866486882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/4566172915866486882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-princess-okay-mom-shows-concern-for.html' title='Is Princess Okay?: Mom Shows Concern for  Kim Kardashian&apos;s Chihuahua'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-872349073671750034</id><published>2010-01-17T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:21:30.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Texts From DMB Concert</title><summary type='text'>Dad: 6 songs in to Dave Matthews. Your mom is smokin up with the kids.{submitted by NK}</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/872349073671750034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/872349073671750034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/dad-texts-from-dmb-concert.html' title='Texts From DMB Concert'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-7075183382026799589</id><published>2010-01-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:05:57.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Old-Fashioned LETTER From Mom</title><summary type='text'>Note from Sue:I was 19 years old (1974ish) and a sophomore in college, and while enjoying some beers at Johnny's Big Red Grill, I made a plan to go sky diving with some friends.  Since I was under 21, I needed a note from my mother.  I called my mother on a land-line, and she sent me the following letter: To Whom It May Concern:I will allow my daughter, Susan, to go sky diving, however, I do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7075183382026799589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/7075183382026799589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-old-fashioned-letter-from-mom.html' title='A Good Old-Fashioned LETTER From Mom'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-2264967189461636776</id><published>2010-01-02T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:50:41.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"who made this? stupid."</title><summary type='text'>From: MOMTo: RTHello my lovely daughter,This is mommy. Look what I lerned! Do not forget to call ur (your sister taught me the internet language) brother.  i was trying to tell you something but then you said you had to go and you hung up on me. I was going to tell you to not go outside. it is cold and wet. if you do go outside make sure you put a scarf around your face so the cold air does not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2264967189461636776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/2264967189461636776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/internet-n00b-mom-who-made-this-stupid.html' title='&quot;who made this? stupid.&quot;'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-6676110013700752611</id><published>2009-12-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:59:55.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunkin Donuts is Hiring...</title><summary type='text'>From: MomI know you'll find it as an insult, with your college degree and all, and as disappointing as it is, you need to lower your standards right now.  YOU NEED A JOB.  I've been looking on Craigslist...here is an option.  Please consider it and don't get mad. http://cnj.craigslist.org/fbh/1512578388.html love, mommy[AD: Dunkin Donuts (Middlesex county)Dunkin donut in different locations in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6676110013700752611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/6676110013700752611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2009/12/dunkin-donuts-is-hiring.html' title='Dunkin Donuts is Hiring...'/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493050606954448737.post-3466353359610915870</id><published>2009-12-28T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:57:19.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emails From YOUR mother!!!Please send submissions (emails, VOICEMAILS, tweets, texts, etc) to emailsfrommymother@gmail.com.All names, email addresses, and personal information will be omitted for posting. Credit will be given on a first-name basis unless you ask to remain anonymous. If you have any other concerns with sharing your post, please express them with your submission, and they will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3466353359610915870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493050606954448737/posts/default/3466353359610915870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsfrommymother.blogspot.com/2009/12/emails-from-your-mother-please-send.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne Delacroix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731390760341570037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOY-UwKllqA/SgKUPvgv8fI/AAAAAAAAAik/khuOpQ0hLqo/S220/Bat_for_lashes.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
