<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post8740449024362390685..comments</id><updated>2008-04-19T12:18:42.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on The Mummy Chronicles: A Barbie Dream House for Me?!</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/feeds/8740449024362390685/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555904687591523523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-4090571542215298208</id><published>2008-04-18T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't get the Barbie Dream House, either. Inste...</title><content type='html'>I didn't get the Barbie Dream House, either. Instead, my dad hand built a doll house. He crafted food out of clay to put in the fridge. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was amazing. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So while at first I was taken aback not to have received the commercial version that everyone "had" to get, I was thrilled once I realized the true value of what I had been given. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I still tear up to think about the effort my dad must have exerted to create that house for me!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/4090571542215298208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/4090571542215298208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html?showComment=1208558400000#c4090571542215298208' title=''/><author><name>Karianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508403905884601778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-8740449024362390685' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/posts/default/8740449024362390685' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-3810128914135545401</id><published>2007-12-06T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:21:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the Mickey Mouse Train Set.  I don't know w...</title><content type='html'>It was the Mickey Mouse Train Set.  I don't know why I wanted it but it must have been something I saw on TV.  My mom had me helping bring in bags from the car with specific instructions - DO NOT LOOK IN THE BAGS.  What does a 4-5 year old do?  LOOK.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Mommy, Look it is the Mickey Mouse Train Set! I screammed.  That was the last I saw of it. Never again.  That was right, my mom took the present back.  Actually she said that once she looked at it the toy was something that I would have played with for about a minute before moving on.  What I remember is that I looked in the bag and then the gift was returned.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Lessoned learned!  I never, never look in a bag.  You could bring in my gift right in front of me.  Just tell me where you hid it and it while be a secure as if you had it in the safe.  My husband loves that he does not ahve to sneak any present into the house.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;For years I was slightly bitter.  Now, I that I have two little ones of my own.  I am thankful that I learned that lesson and that I did not get the train set.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/3810128914135545401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/3810128914135545401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html?showComment=1196950860000#c3810128914135545401' title=''/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082755208959947024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-8740449024362390685' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/posts/default/8740449024362390685' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-6652695247283640653</id><published>2007-12-04T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:16:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was on the edge of my seat reading that! I love ...</title><content type='html'>I was on the edge of my seat reading that! I love that you told that boy that it came in a giant box as a way to show that little boy just how important it was.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/6652695247283640653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/6652695247283640653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html?showComment=1196802960000#c6652695247283640653' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11005614880781276243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-8740449024362390685' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/posts/default/8740449024362390685' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-1901214034549860576</id><published>2007-12-01T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:22:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend had the Barbie Dream House.  And fo...</title><content type='html'>My best friend had the Barbie Dream House.  And for Christmas I got the ski lodge and pink Corvette.  All plastic.  Trust me, red coat, much better.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/1901214034549860576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/1901214034549860576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html?showComment=1196486520000#c1901214034549860576' title=''/><author><name>Flower Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611806187828172442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-8740449024362390685' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/posts/default/8740449024362390685' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-4358254816922703444</id><published>2007-11-30T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:55:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was an awesome story! My heart sank, then fil...</title><content type='html'>That was an awesome story! My heart sank, then filled with love right along with it! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I hope you get what you want this year!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/4358254816922703444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/8740449024362390685/comments/default/4358254816922703444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html?showComment=1196470500000#c4358254816922703444' title=''/><author><name>GHD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495399501576619437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.themummychronicles.com/2007/11/barbie-dream-house-for-me.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876497.post-8740449024362390685' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25876497/posts/default/8740449024362390685' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>