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Townies in Training

We are Kate and Mary, two totally hot 24 year old girls with advanced college degrees, sparkling personalities, impeccable resumes and clean arrest records LIVING WITH OUR PARENTS. 

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(include your name, age, location and we’ll post the tales of your miserable parental laden life)</description><title>LIVING WITH YOUR PARENTS!</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @livingwithyourparents)</generator><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/</link><item><title>MTV</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everyone tune your tv sets to MTV right now. True Life: I’m Stuck at Home.  Profiling 3 people who still live at home with their parents.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;**Addition** Emily put that on tv and I was like what is this True Life: I’m a loser?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/437195311</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/437195311</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:22:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Another priceless catchphrase</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just now my mom came into “my” room (used to be my room before I went away to college and they changed everything, now it’s the room where all my clothes are but not my bed and I basically do everything but sleep in it) and goes,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“YOU can get down on your hands and knees and clean all this stuff up. COME ON Emily, don’t go shaking my buttons.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I giggled.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/421044944</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/421044944</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 21:16:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It’s my 25th birthday…and I still live with my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxpwnjqHLv1qzbq20o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s my 25th birthday…and I still live with my parents and am stuck in a job I hate. FUCK MY LIFE!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/385170700</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/385170700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 02:26:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I think I finally want to get into the family business</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today my mom revealed to me that one of the jobs my grandma once held was that of a cigar roller.  So thank you Grandma for handing down your blunt rolling skills to me.&lt;img height="330" width="480" src="http://canadianblunts.com/blunt-1213.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/371750907</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/371750907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 23:31:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I totally got CHASED out of a bar tonight…by the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwtmusNH5Q1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally got CHASED out of a bar tonight…by the bartender…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353092340</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353092340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:11:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>There is a really annoying woodpecker…he is on the side of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwtmhuszQd1qzbq20o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a really annoying woodpecker…he is on the side of our house pecking a BIG hole into it. And yes, the hole IS of course, over my bedroom. I ran outside shoeless to try to catch it. Yes it IS raining buckets and yes my dad wanted to know why I was outside shoeless standing on the air conditioner tapping on the side of the house….&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sister EDIT,  a pecker into a hole?? NICE language&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353081589</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353081589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:03:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I was singing to the Jonas Brothers and my mom whispered to my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwtlzyuMPc1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was singing to the Jonas Brothers and my mom whispered to my sister about how cute I was singing along with the theme song.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353067386</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/353067386</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:52:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Messy Room</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“That’s looking MUCH better.  You’ve still have a ways to go, but that’s looking really good.  You’ve cleaned up a lot.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;….thats funny mom because I didn’t know I was supposed to be cleaning my room, and therefor have not touched it in the last week, let alone today.  But glad to see that me NOT cleaning my room gets the same praise as if I were to actually clean it.&lt;img height="702" width="703" alt="messy room" src="http://mentalfloss.cachefly.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/MessyRoom2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/352969609</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/352969609</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 14:31:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Wah Wah Wah</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Last night after Mary came home from work at 1130pm (and 18minutes from the end of the Jersey Shore Reunion when I missed the big Ronnie and Sammi news) our parents sat us down at 11:42 to “have a talk” aka lecture us about the family and us living at home now.  They didn’t get done until 12:37….Amount of words said by Mary and I total? I’d say 15.  Precentage of the lecture that was something they haven’t said to us before about a million times? Probably 7%.&lt;img height="184" width="350" alt="yelling" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0809-2315-5451_Cartoon_Parents_Yelling_at_Their_Punk_Teen_Clip_Art_clipart_image.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/348199558</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/348199558</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 20:50:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>This was one of our Christmas gifts…and yes…Little...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw77tkl1rR1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of our Christmas gifts…and yes…Little House on the Prairie…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332692951</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332692951</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:39:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sometimes we need to get out of the house…so we take our...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw77nzPNio1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we need to get out of the house…so we take our dates and get crazy at Mystic Aquarium!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332689174</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332689174</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:35:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Dad was SO excited about the new kegorator we got him for...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw77ltOjjH1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad was SO excited about the new kegorator we got him for Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332687715</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332687715</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:34:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I love coming home to find mom and pop’s got cold cuts!...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw77k4a9jZ1qzbq20o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love coming home to find mom and pop’s got cold cuts! NUMMERS!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332686600</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/332686600</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:33:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>…and now my sister is chasing my mom around the house...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvxya2p9kM1qzbq20o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;…and now my sister is chasing my mom around the house screaming in her underwear…&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;*SISTER NOTE* First off yes that is my actual picture I really do look like that. Secondly you failed to mention that not only was I running around the house in my undies, I was scream-gobbling like Christina Aguilera’s and a 30lb turkey’s lovechild.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/323665200</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/323665200</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:34:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Today at 12:54 I woke my little eyes up. A few minutes later I...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvxxynxxvb1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today at 12:54 I woke my little eyes up. A few minutes later I heard my mom come turn up the heat…and then stomp her heels away. I thought it was funny. A few minutes later like a rooster that got rabies she started screammming, ” WAKEY WAKEY WAKEY! WAKEY UP GIRLS TIME TO WAKE UP WAKEY WAKEY WAKEY!!!!!!!!!” She kept doing it and singing it in an opera voice. It was crazay. SHe must have done it about 20 times…never checking our room to see if we woke up. Haha…rooster on rabies…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/323657007</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/323657007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:27:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Conversation:
MOm: Now why don’t you get your sister a job...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvw4fiLsrY1qzbq20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conversation:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MOm: Now why don’t you get your sister a job there?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me:Because the manager is a huge DOUCHE BAG.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;silence…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mom: Your sister is a douche bag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me LOLing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mom: What? you said it! It’s kind of a nice thing to say…douche bag douche bag….she drinks all my wine…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/321901837</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/321901837</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 13:52:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The most popular phrase our parents utter</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“This isn’t a flophouse!!!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/320466978</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/320466978</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 18:21:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>You know how parents aren't supposed to choose favorites??</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was talking to my mom the other day about Mary…conversation went like this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Talking about household chores and daily goings on)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Yeah, see now I’M the golden child!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom: Yeah your sister isn’t even tin, she isn’t even wood.  She has a looooong way to go before she works her way up to CARDBOARD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="572" width="480" alt="cardboard" src="http://www.solidwasteagency.org/images/cardboard-boxes.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/320458262</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/320458262</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 18:16:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My sister moved back home (with me) and my parents. Great, good...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv2huaS8ao1qzbq20o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister moved back home (with me) and my parents. Great, good thing we share a bed room and she leaves sunflower seed shells around the house like a pregnant chipmunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, my dad sat us down to tell us the “rules” apparently at 22 and 24 we still need rules…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The quote of the night? “I don’t want you two fighting about OH! She stole my bra…she took my tampaxes! She stole my clothes! You both have different sized boobs and and you both have different clothes”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/295401172</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/295401172</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 13:54:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Newest Member fo shooo</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="301" alt="UNH" src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/31/124031-004-B9ADEB7C.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hey look everyone^ I just graduated from there.  Well technically I never had any classes in THall buuuut the building is like the symbol of our school soooo yeah man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But wait no literally I just graduated on Saturday…or at least I finished up all my course-work, I still need to receive my diploma so who knows maybe I didn’t.  Oh this is the sister of Mary, but I prefer to be called Emily.  Yeah this summer was like a test-drive of parental living, but now I don’t have a job so it’s going to be worse because I have no way of escaping the house, and no form of moneys except for my savings account.  It’s been like 3 days and I’m already going a little nuts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, really weird to be back in the tri-town area as I went to private HS and then boarding school, then college, then summers on the cape.  SO I really have not spent any extended amount of time here since I was about 14 years old.  And now I get to look forward to having 8.5 year reunions with people at the bars and having no idea who anyone is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alrightio well that was just to acquaint you with me.  Here’s my living with my parent blurb for the day&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SO I had to wake up early today after drinking like a lot last night at the bar, so that I could get my tires changed and my mom would bring me back. Already that was gross. So I hop into her car, and then of course it’s not “ok let’s go back home” it was like okay actually we are going to run some errands now. And I mean really I was hungover, and hungry, (the two ways of being “hung” that are bad) and my tummy hurt, and I felt like I was 8 years old again having to go to the store with my mommy.  But then I was really feeling sick, so I made her give me her keys so I could wait in the car…also like I was 8 years old again.  Oh but before I went outside a Heiniken mini-keg for $19.99 caught my eye so I bought it….NOT like being 8 years old again.&lt;img height="325" width="235" alt="beer" src="http://ignitepartnership.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Toys_heineken_mini_keg.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/295394317</link><guid>http://www.livingwithyourparents.com/post/295394317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 13:48:23 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
