<?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-8280536325415694414</id><updated>2011-11-13T17:58:36.776-03:30</updated><category term='addiction'/><category term='Grammy'/><category term='Corrie'/><category term='tannin'/><category term='David Furnish'/><category term='handbag'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='agony aunt'/><category term='addict'/><category term='Eastenders'/><category term='gin'/><category term='merlot'/><category term='NTV'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Tyra Banks'/><category term='freaks'/><category term='momma'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='punctuation'/><category term='mascara'/><category term='Cover Girl Eyelights'/><category term='alcoholic'/><category term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><category term='purse'/><category term='Winehouse'/><category term='guinea pgs'/><category term='Coronation Street'/><title type='text'>Dear Aunt Nancis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-3114128317509341739</id><published>2010-03-09T13:55:00.005-03:30</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:04:45.020-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cover Girl Eyelights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra Banks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  I am having trouble deciding on whether or not black eyeliner is appropriate for someone in their late 30's. I love black eyeliner and black mascara. Should I switch to brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Black is Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Black:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hard to answer, seeing as I don't know what you look like.  However, assuming you are human, I would suggest black eyeliner is always appropriate no matter what the age of the wearer.  But, at the risk of touting an actual product, I think Cover Girl Eyelights is the best mascara - just match it to your eye colour and you're good to go.  Thanks, Tyra Banks...the list of things I've learned from America's Next Top Model keeps on growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;auntnancis@gmail.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-3114128317509341739?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3114128317509341739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-aunt-nancis-i-am-having-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3114128317509341739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3114128317509341739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-aunt-nancis-i-am-having-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-6712511102672506660</id><published>2009-08-13T21:51:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:24:05.944-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Former Dog Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":p8" class="ii gt"&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My large black labs are plotting against me and every stuffed toy in the house. What shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Signed, Former Dog Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dear Former Dog Lover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Doesn't your name say it all?  You thought you could handle pet ownership, and perhaps you could have if you only had one dog.  What's with the plural?  This was your undoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Also, dogs cannot plot.  If you have stuffed toys in your house (hopefully, you have a child/children - otherwise you are just a freak) you should put them away when you are finished playing with them to keep them out of harm's way.  Didn't your mama teach you anything?  She probably did, but you just ignored her and lived in your own little dream world...the kind you were in when you got these Labs in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-6712511102672506660?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6712511102672506660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-former-dog-lover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6712511102672506660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6712511102672506660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-former-dog-lover.html' title='Dear Former Dog Lover'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-6758425667562922125</id><published>2009-08-12T12:43:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:05:47.683-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I recently received this comment on my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;? i have came in several times when i saw the blog updated on bloggers. i can never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;understand what it's about. can you please tell this poor soul what your blogging about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dear Anonymous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This blog is about helping people (albeit in a tongue-in-cheek manner).  People write to Dear Aunt Nancis (or they used to - it seems to have slowed down somewhat) asking for advice.  Aunt Nancis does her utmost to help these poor souls with their dilemmas.  You sound like you may need some help.  Please feel free to write to dearauntnancis@gmail.com and your problems will be solved forthwith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-6758425667562922125?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6758425667562922125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6758425667562922125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6758425667562922125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-anonymous.html' title='Dear Anonymous'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-4054339826083903732</id><published>2009-07-01T12:11:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:18:01.619-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merlot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tannin'/><title type='text'>Dear Tannin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  id=":7f" class="ii gt" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smooth and  Silky finish is my nickname.  I was consuming so much Merlot that had smooth and silky finishes to them, that I thought it would be a cool nickname to give myself.  Repeating the phrase, "wow, that wine as a smooth and silky finish" repeatedly almost becoming a mantra, I thought there is no better way to honour my fave Merlot than by adopting said phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again, I have no problem doing this, so why should anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am feeling the urge for another name change however, that would easily reflect where my heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tannin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Tannin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In your previous letter to me (wherein you called yourself "Smooth and Silky Finish") you asked if I could recognise the signs of a true drinking problem.  I have now done the research.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly, one of the first signs is when you start to give yourself nicknames that reflect what you are currently drinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="mL" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-4054339826083903732?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4054339826083903732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-tannin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/4054339826083903732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/4054339826083903732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-tannin.html' title='Dear Tannin'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-6713597367232543393</id><published>2009-06-30T13:22:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:29:22.556-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Smooth and Silky Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been told I have a drinking problem and that I  consume too much wine.  I'm concerned because I really don't see what the big deal is about.  For me, drinking isn't a problem so I dont' understand what all the fuss is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Aunt Nancis, what are the signs of a true drinking problem?  Is it running out of booze and spending the last few shackles that were set aside for milk at the liquor store instead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Or is a drinking problem when your family life interfers with some serious drinking time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Sign me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;smooth and silky finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Dear Smooth and Silky Finish: (and what the hell kind of a name is that?!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't see where you have a drinking problem at all.  Sure, you're not flat on your back somewhere, are you?  You can obviously sit upright and compose a letter to yours truly.  Nothing wrong with you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;The problem is with the people who tell you that you are an alcoholic.  They are jealous.  The recession has probably hit them very hard indeed and they can no longer afford to drink themselves silly like you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;And if your family is interefering with your drinking time, either get them hooked early or throw them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-6713597367232543393?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6713597367232543393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-smooth-and-silky-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6713597367232543393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/6713597367232543393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-smooth-and-silky-finish.html' title='Dear Smooth and Silky Finish'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-2792521909286616736</id><published>2009-06-30T13:14:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:21:02.901-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I am worried about my friend. He thinks he is Roy Cropper. His email address is roysrolls. How sad is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Dear Rita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Is it that bad to think you might be Roy Cropper?  He's sweet, well-intentioned, smart, has his own business, and is married to the local transgendered male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;You should be more worried about yourself. Yes, I noticed that you signed this letter "Rita".  Rita snipes at her business partner, drinks copious amounts of gin, has been married many times, and in her younger days was a "performer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;A very sad role model, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dearauntnancis@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-2792521909286616736?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2792521909286616736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-rita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/2792521909286616736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/2792521909286616736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-rita.html' title='Dear Rita'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-3600463860408621810</id><published>2009-06-29T20:52:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:08:45.504-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronation Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eastenders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin'/><title type='text'>Dear Worried Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Aunt Nancis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a friend that seems a tad obsessed with gin. I write her an email and ask what she is doing over the weekend or in the evening and she says drinking gin. She also calls herself Rita and talks about Audrey, Blanche, and Liz who I know to be characters off Coronation Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Worried Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dear Worried Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First off, there's nothing wrong with naming yourself after a character on Corrie. Or even pretending you are Rita, or Audrey, or any of the above named.  We've all done it from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The problem is that your friend is an alcoholic.  This takes her out of the realm of Corrie because, as we all know, there are no alcoholics on that show (unlike the dirty gobshites on Eastenders who can drink man and beast under the table). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There is nothing you can do.  Just buy her a bottle and quietly change the channel to Eastenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-3600463860408621810?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3600463860408621810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3600463860408621810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3600463860408621810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear.html' title='Dear Worried Friend'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-8873758187142550514</id><published>2009-06-26T17:06:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:28:30.447-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handbag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>Dear Purse Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":e0" class="ii gt"&gt;      &lt;div bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Aunt  Nancis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a big problem.   I have a purse addiction.  Every time I buy a purse, I say that is the last  one I'm buying...until the next must have purse comes along.  Please help  me.  I am out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Gill Sans MT;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Purse  Addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Purse Addict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You do not have a problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Buying purses is not an addiction; it's an art form that must be reinforced with every new bag for every new season.  The excitement of owning a new bag can only be matched by...well, that kind of excitement can't be matched.  It's a glory onto itself to own a designer bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You are only out of control if you buy more than one of the same bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Buy on, sister, buy on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-8873758187142550514?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8873758187142550514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-purse-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/8873758187142550514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/8873758187142550514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-purse-addict.html' title='Dear Purse Addict'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-4247071229078995411</id><published>2009-06-26T13:39:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:28:50.253-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pgs'/><title type='text'>Dear Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Aunt Nancy's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have a sister who seems to be very attached to her genuia pigs. She calls herself momma and the mad woman. I am very worried that the she is losing her grip on reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Worried:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like all those who are animal obsessed, your sister has already lost her grip on reality.  If she has children, I feel sorry for them that they have to listen to their mother telling the pigs she is their momma.  Of course, maybe her children ARE pigs and I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As for calling herself a mad woman, I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dearauntnancis@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-4247071229078995411?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4247071229078995411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-worried.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/4247071229078995411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/4247071229078995411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-worried.html' title='Dear Worried'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-2440266035511865434</id><published>2009-06-25T13:09:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:29:07.901-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Furnish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NTV'/><title type='text'>Dear Fanatical Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Aunt Nancis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bit of an obsession with Elton John.  I am thinking of&lt;br /&gt;developing a Winehouse-style addiction in hopes that he'll take me in for rehab.  Even though I have appeared on The NTV Evening News on two occasions, I fear I will not fall into the celebrity fighting addiction category that get invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I have ever been invited to his  Grammy party and I fail to understand why.  I have seen some of those invited guests and they are not all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity worshipping have gone unrewarded - so far... I will admit that there may be a thin line between celebrity worshipping and actual stalking...yep...I know the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Nancis, I am begging for your help.  I MUST meet Sir Elton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanatical Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dear Fanatical Fan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Although I have great pull in celebrity circles, I am sadly unable to help you in your quest to meet Sir Elton.  He and I had a falling out a few years ago and...never mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Perhaps you are wasting your time on all this; Elton is obviously not interested in you constantly flinging yourself at him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;However, I think if you take all this energy and fling it in the direction of his husband, David Furnish, you might get closer to your goal.  As you know, Furnish (a lovely Canadian boy) is a film maker.  I'm sure he has nothing better to do at the moment than to film you living out your fantasies to stalk Elton John.  Or he may call the police.  His call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let me know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dearauntnancis@gmail.com"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-2440266035511865434?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2440266035511865434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-fanatical-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/2440266035511865434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/2440266035511865434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-fanatical-fan.html' title='Dear Fanatical Fan'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-8906262220177864168</id><published>2009-06-25T10:32:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:29:27.786-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaks'/><title type='text'>Dear Dog Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dear Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I have a sister that freaks out whenever my darling dog, Freshie, goes near her? How do I get them to be best friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dog Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Dog Lover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;You won't. Some people just don't like dogs - or any animal for that matter. Animals are smelly, little tick-y things hide in their fur, they lick themselves, and they have no manners. I dare say your sister doesn't like humans that fall under that description, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I would advise you to have your animals put down before your sister comes to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dearauntnancis@gmail.com"&gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-8906262220177864168?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8906262220177864168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-dog-lover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/8906262220177864168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/8906262220177864168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-dog-lover.html' title='Dear Dog Lover'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-362204635002017045</id><published>2009-06-24T20:43:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:29:47.388-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punctuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><title type='text'>Dear Desperate Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Aunt Nancis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have a major problem. I have sisters who write far funnier and wittier blogs than the one I write. And worse, sometimes mine contains errors in punctuation or grammar! I feel inadequate. What can I do about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With much groveling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Desperate Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Desperate Duck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obviously, you are a shite writer.  You should give up now before you embarrass yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for your sisters, I encourage them to keep writing.  If their superior writing skills are making you feel inadequate, perhaps this will be the push you need to get off your arse and really throw yourself into your work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Aunt Nancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-362204635002017045?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/362204635002017045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-desperate-duck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/362204635002017045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/362204635002017045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-desperate-duck.html' title='Dear Desperate Duck'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280536325415694414.post-3589815370564384241</id><published>2009-06-24T19:07:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:30:05.318-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eastenders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agony aunt'/><title type='text'>Dear Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to be an official Agony Aunt.  I want to help people and set them on the straight and narrow.  Teach them good from bad; right from wrong; day from night; Corrie from Eastenders; CNTM from ANTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.  But I will answer your questions.  Efficiently.  In a timely manner.  Expeditiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.  But send them to dearauntnancis@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8280536325415694414-3589815370564384241?l=dearauntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3589815370564384241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3589815370564384241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8280536325415694414/posts/default/3589815370564384241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearauntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me...'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
