<?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-6492533941089193315</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:59:56.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising a Buckus</title><subtitle type='html'>You have the questions.  We have the answers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-995513715908426342</id><published>2008-08-18T17:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:24:44.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well pumpkins, it comes down to that age-old decision: style... or...substance?"</title><summary type='text'> This question comes from Mr. Bunny who, being the dapper hare he is, likes to know about the latest and greatest accessories.Q: What is your ultimate accessory or article of clothing and the story behind it?Bucko: I sat on this question for quite a while, because the answer changes so frequently. Then I realized that I have a St. Teresa of Avila medal dangling from a cheap pewter chain around my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/995513715908426342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=995513715908426342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/995513715908426342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/995513715908426342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-pumpkins-it-comes-down-to-that-age.html' title='&quot;Well pumpkins, it comes down to that age-old decision: style... or...substance?&quot;'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-5128441146933258913</id><published>2008-03-28T15:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:52:06.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler...</title><summary type='text'>Our next question comes from Anonymous, who will always ask our work-related questions...'cause we don't wanna to get canned as much as y'all don't wanna get canned.  Anonymous asks: How do I tell my coworker the sounds of her typing makes me want to break her keyboard Incredible Hulk style?Bucko:  I have to tell you, I've been mulling this over for several minutes a day since you asked it, which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/5128441146933258913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=5128441146933258913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/5128441146933258913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/5128441146933258913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/03/excuse-me-i-believe-you-have-my-stapler.html' title='Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler...'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-8630440107580687878</id><published>2008-03-25T13:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:06:54.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap out of it!</title><summary type='text'>Our next question comes to us from Bucko's sweetie Em.  Em asks: Who is the greatest of the gay icons, Cher, Judy or Barbara?Bucko: There is no denying that even if I wasn't destined to turn out as gay as I have, that I would always and eternally feel connected to the greatness that is gayness. My brother, coincidentally, is Homo Superiorious, and is also blessed with the gift of theatrical song.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/8630440107580687878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=8630440107580687878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/8630440107580687878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/8630440107580687878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/03/snap-out-of-it.html' title='Snap out of it!'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-3445305786137182</id><published>2008-03-12T13:16:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:05:20.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Douche-bags are hygienic products, I take that as a compliment. Thank you.</title><summary type='text'>Our second question comes to us from Adrienne. She asks:  Why are maxi pads so long?Oh Jesus.Bucko: Never afraid of public embarrassment, I admit to you all that until I was about 18 years old, I never used anything BUT maxi pads.  My mother was of the convention that sticking anything "up there" was not only unnecessary but gross.  Having spent the majority of my childhood in and out of Catholic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/3445305786137182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=3445305786137182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/3445305786137182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/3445305786137182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/03/douche-bags-are-hygienic-products-i.html' title='Douche-bags are hygienic products, I take that as a compliment. Thank you.'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-6213561548520526154</id><published>2008-03-10T17:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:06:09.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you feel like a nut...</title><summary type='text'>Our first question comes to us from Shayne, of NoveltyKitten and Geek Crafts, and for this we are most thankful.Shayne asks: How come squirrels are so awesome?Bucko: This Bucko  knows there’s no shame in asking for help, so I turned to an expert.   I asked my husband, Joel, mainly because he was sitting close by, but  also because after a few winters of doing epic battle with the squirrels  who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/6213561548520526154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=6213561548520526154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/6213561548520526154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/6213561548520526154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-you-feel-like-nut.html' title='Sometimes you feel like a nut...'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492533941089193315.post-3097644334405442407</id><published>2008-03-09T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:48:10.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!  How's it going?</title><summary type='text'>We’re glad you’re here! Yes, we realize that there’s not much ’round these parts. Fret not, folks. We’re churning the gears and making things happen.  raisingabuckus.com is the brainchild of Angela and Meaghan, heretofore known as Bucko and Bucko. We’re enigmatic like that. Our friendship started two years ago in a land of [self-]flagellation and tomfoolery…also know as LiveJournal.com. Since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/feeds/3097644334405442407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492533941089193315&amp;postID=3097644334405442407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/3097644334405442407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492533941089193315/posts/default/3097644334405442407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingabuckus.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-hows-it-going.html' title='Hey!  How&apos;s it going?'/><author><name>Bucko &amp;amp; Bucko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856663702845324257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
