<?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-7162113762442763680</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:05:49.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Small Town</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162113762442763680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carly Towne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08380767534353821191</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162113762442763680.post-5888311364503379551</id><published>2011-06-23T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:20:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Frugal Parents</title><content type='html'>Our parents make us who we are today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with married parents, who are actually stilled married today. The interesting thing is that when I was little I used to wish for them to be divorced, so I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't have to live with&amp;nbsp;both of them.&amp;nbsp; I would pray to God every night - let them get divorced.&amp;nbsp; My parents were very strict and frugal - almost to the point of crazyiness.&amp;nbsp; In the long run it was a good thing, because my siblings,&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;younger sisters and 1 older brother, grew up as my best friends because we had one major&amp;nbsp;thing in common in our lives - we hated our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, our dad&amp;nbsp;told us, when we went potty, we could only use 1&amp;nbsp;square of toilet paper, and if we happened to go #2, we could use two - that's two squares - a mear 8 inches of toilet paper, you better hope you didn't have diarehhea.&amp;nbsp; Plus, there was no such thing as&amp;nbsp;2-ply in our house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I grew up "sneaking" toilet paper.&amp;nbsp; To do this day, in my own home, I have the softest (most expensive)&amp;nbsp;toilet paper in the store&amp;nbsp;and when I use it, I actually wind it&amp;nbsp;around my hand, whether I need to&amp;nbsp;or not - you can say I am&amp;nbsp;officially a&amp;nbsp;toilet paper waster.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 months later,&amp;nbsp;Dad sat us down, again,&amp;nbsp;and told us,&amp;nbsp;we had to turn the water off in the shower when we shampooed our hair.&amp;nbsp; Mind you, we had a maximum shower time of 2 minutes, already - and he would prefer us to shower at school (how embarrassing).&amp;nbsp; To this day my dad shampoos his hair in our kitchen sink - no wonder&amp;nbsp;he can take a shower in less than 2 minutes.&amp;nbsp; To this day, I take long-hot showers every day, sometimes twice a day, if needed.&amp;nbsp; I thoroughly enjoy the&amp;nbsp;time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note,&amp;nbsp;you might be thinking that my parents were just&amp;nbsp;trying to support a family of 6 - did I forget to mention that my dad is a dentist, my mom is a school&amp;nbsp;teacher. Yes, we grew up in a small town, where being a densist isn't the same financially as in a big&amp;nbsp;town, but we were far from the poorest family in town.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162113762442763680-5888311364503379551?l=smalltownegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5888311364503379551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-frugal-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162113762442763680/posts/default/5888311364503379551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162113762442763680/posts/default/5888311364503379551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-frugal-parents.html' title='My Frugal Parents'/><author><name>Carly Towne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08380767534353821191</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>
