<?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-21301089.post4196803761088523939..comments</id><updated>2010-03-10T10:38:36.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on MotherReader: Calling Dad</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.motherreader.com/feeds/4196803761088523939/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html'/><author><name>MotherReader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11274509991340797264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4836052577628274978</id><published>2010-03-10T10:38:36.435-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:38:36.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, I think I talked to my mom more when they l...</title><content type='html'>Funny, I think I talked to my mom more when they lived further away. Sunday calls were a ritual. Now we can go two weeks without calling or seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#39;s a lot going on healthwise in our family, too, and now I&amp;#39;m less anxious to pick up the phone ... sometimes I&amp;#39;m just not ready for the news.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/4836052577628274978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/4836052577628274978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268235516435#c4836052577628274978' title=''/><author><name>Terry Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06246198932357846984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-1086989645071974196</id><published>2010-03-09T20:24:36.533-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:24:36.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are together and living, and when I cal...</title><content type='html'>My parents are together and living, and when I call, they&amp;#39;ll both pick up different extensions so I actually talk to them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I talk to my dad more often. They&amp;#39;re both busy people but for some reason, I&amp;#39;m more likely to catch it when my mom&amp;#39;s not home, rather than my dad not being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my sister, that&amp;#39;s a whole different story. If Guinness had a record for longest game of phone tag, we&amp;#39;d hold it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/1086989645071974196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/1086989645071974196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268184276533#c1086989645071974196' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024880986964198385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-3720029546472269465</id><published>2010-03-09T18:06:31.231-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:06:31.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are together, so usually when I call (o...</title><content type='html'>My parents are together, so usually when I call (or visit) I talk to (or see) them both. Actually, if I need to call and talk to them I&amp;#39;m more likely to call my dad because they only have cell phones now and my dad can usually get to his faster. My mom usually can&amp;#39;t get to it in time, so I have to call and let it ring and then she calls me back or I immediately call her back. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/3720029546472269465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/3720029546472269465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268175991231#c3720029546472269465' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618668989233112126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03893191499297995312'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-5610219241303332114</id><published>2010-03-09T17:24:53.443-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:24:53.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do actually talk with my dad more than I do my m...</title><content type='html'>I do actually talk with my dad more than I do my mother. It is like you said though, almost entirely guilt free. I can call him as often or as little as possible and he&amp;#39;s still happy to hear from me and there&amp;#39;s no expectation that I should call a certain number of times or have something specific to say. Much more relaxed.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/5610219241303332114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/5610219241303332114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268173493443#c5610219241303332114' title=''/><author><name>The1stdaughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701073212264414302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-8798579897280202479</id><published>2010-03-09T15:55:15.590-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:55:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, I fear I am the exception. I've never phoned m...</title><content type='html'>Uh, I fear I am the exception. I&amp;#39;ve never phoned my father in my life. I probably never will. When I&amp;#39;m on the phone with Mom, occasionally he&amp;#39;ll walk by and yell hello. That&amp;#39;s pretty much it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something happened to Mom... I don&amp;#39;t think that would change, sadly. It is what it is. I remind myself of this pretty much weekly, when I call home...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/8798579897280202479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/8798579897280202479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268168115590#c8798579897280202479' title=''/><author><name>tanita davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4535665577154856722</id><published>2010-03-09T15:25:41.406-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:25:41.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to call my mother regularly, though not on ...</title><content type='html'>i used to call my mother regularly, though not on a schedule, unless i was pissed off at her. she NEVER called me. i think she thought of it as a long distance call (it wasn&amp;#39;t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father? i talk to him intermittently - sometimes a lot, like several times a week, and then not for a month. i never know where he is - he travels all the time.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/4535665577154856722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/4535665577154856722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268166341406#c4535665577154856722' title=''/><author><name>Magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-1536025398188646104</id><published>2010-03-09T12:33:51.451-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:33:51.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, this question makes me a wee bit sad as I love...</title><content type='html'>Oh, this question makes me a wee bit sad as I loved to talk to my dad on the phone and he died a few years back. My parents were divorced also so calling was separate and that was good. My mom calls me almost everyday sometimes for nothing at all and, while I appreciate her calls, I am often just the listener as she goes on and on about what ever has her excited at the moment!  She used to drive me nuts with this but now I am a more appreciative-I&amp;#39;ll miss it later.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/1536025398188646104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/4196803761088523939/comments/default/1536025398188646104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html?showComment=1268156031451#c1536025398188646104' title=''/><author><name>Peaceful Reader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265198438524420667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.motherreader.com/2010/03/calling-dad.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21301089.post-4196803761088523939' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21301089/posts/default/4196803761088523939' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>