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		<title>How Dressing Like Death Made My Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There’s a perennial costume store that crops up in the strip mall near my home every fall. When it’s not Halloween season, the space sits vacant, a big dark void between Sneaky Pete’s and Ellis Piano. The parking lot attached to this place just happens to be one of my favorite cut-throughs to Highway 31. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=85&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2009/10/29/how-dressing-like-death-made-my-day/</link>
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		<title>Little Bitty Batman and His Big Fat Crazy Wardrobe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am pretty sure that Chihuahua owners pioneered the concept of dressing pets like people. Today as a result, it’s rare to spot one running around in the nude. And it’s perhaps even more difficult to keep from flinching and cringing in disgust when you do. 
“Don’t stare at the poor little doggie, Dear. We’re [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=72&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2009/03/03/little-bitty-batman-and-his-big-fat-crazy-wardrobe/</link>
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		<title>Economy Looks Like Hell</title>
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I’ve recently found a few positives to this whole economy-going-to-hell thing. I’ve figured out that a Qtip of acetone will take the Baby Phat right off the side of $9.99 sunglasses, and that Burlington is not literally a coat factory. Who knew? I’ve discovered a great shoe repair shop and am now friends with the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=56&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/11/24/economy-going-to-hell-closets-remain-strong-2/</link>
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		<title>Dressing for PMS. Or Whatever Else is Cramping Your Style.</title>
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About two days out of every month I honestly want to twist my head off and hurl it at anyone who chews too loud, walks too slow, drives a PT Cruiser, or parts their hair too far to the side. I’m not proud of it, and I assure you I am working on it. But [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=34&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/08/06/dressing-for-pms-or-whatever-else-is-cramping-your-style/</link>
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		<title>Coming of Age in a Bridesmaids Dress</title>
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Early this spring I sat with some friends on a balcony at the beach discussing everything from liposuction to Lost. It was the first evening of a girls’ weekend celebrating Kit’s engagement. At some point, I mentioned that the last person to hit on me was a ninety year old man driving an EZ-Shop around [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=31&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/06/16/coming-of-age-in-a-bridesmaids-dress/</link>
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		<title>The Skate Lesson</title>
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One cold November morning on the way to school, my daughter said some profound words from the backseat, “I want to have a roller-skating party for my birthday this year.” 


 Well, crap.


This was all a bit much to absorb. For the past three years we’ve booked a room at the Embassy Suites, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=19&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/05/28/my-personal-skate-party/</link>
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		<title>Mani, Pedi and Unsolicited Advice</title>
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For me, the most essential of the warm weather neccessories is, by and large, the pedicure. By mid-spring I&#8217;m totally turned off by toe cleavage and ready to let my little guys go commando in something strappy. So last week, it was time.
 
Because pedicures take longer than standard issue manicures, and I only get an [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=20&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/04/23/the-judgemental-manicurist/</link>
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		<title>What Goes Around Comes Back in Style.</title>
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When I was a teenager, the instant my mother began serving-up boy advice or fashion suggestions, her voice would evaporate into a distant murmur, and I’d escape to a short film, about my mom, in my head entitled Teen Martha Jean.
 
She’d be chewing gum, holding an armful of books and leaning against a T-bird in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=18&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/03/05/what-goes-around-comes-back-in-style-and-be-nice-to-your-fashionable-mum/</link>
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		<title>Did I Dream Dinner Last Night?</title>
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This year, my husband and I decide to sucker-punch the Valentine’s Day “special” menus and go out to dinner the night before. He&#8217;d made reservations more than a month ago at a place where you need to make reservations a month ago, even on a Wednesday. But I opt out and suggest we hit our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=17&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/02/26/did-i-dream-dinner-last-night/</link>
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		<title>Neighborhood Sex Shop</title>
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Some neighborhoods have ice cream parlors, pizza places and corner drug stores, all within walking distance. The owners know your first and last name. Parents feel safe letting their kids ride bikes to meet their friends for hot dogs after school. Running groups gather at the coffee shop post-jog for organic green tea and whole-wheat [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=15&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/02/24/neighborhood-sex-shop/</link>
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		<title>Summer of My Blissful Miscontent</title>
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The summer before my senior year in college, I came home, sick to death of school. I got a part-time job at a hip-at-the-time little bakery/eatery who made their own beer (remember when that sounded like a good idea?). I worked as a bakery cashier. In the matter of a few months, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=14&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/02/24/summer-of-my-blissful-miscontent/</link>
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		<title>Words I learned In High School</title>
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Like many children of the seventies and eighties, I watched a lot, A LOT, of television. Way too often, TV beat out any kind of reading, fort-building or dress-up. The daytime reruns were my familiar playmates. I could smack my Charlie Chips, slurp my Shasta and burp in front [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=11&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/02/24/word-i-learned-in-high-school/</link>
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		<title>The Three-Pound Stomach Bug, and Dr. House</title>
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The other day someone mentioned the name of a little French restaurant on Southside, and I instantly flashed to me barfing lobster bisque onto our driveway after dinner there two Februarys ago. It wasn&#8217;t the food that made me sick (or the wine); it was a stomach virus my daughter brought home from school. And [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wendytatum.com&blog=2884933&post=10&subd=wendytatum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://wendytatum.com/2008/02/24/the-tree-pound-stomach-bug-and-dr-house/</link>
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