<?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-3496741474245232469</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confessions of a Babysitter</title><subtitle type='html'>An anonymous confessional to share the behind the scenes of babysitting</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ConfessionsofaBabysitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286926144707532169</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496741474245232469.post-2357375398487737909</id><published>2008-02-11T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:45:37.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your typical day on the job...</title><content type='html'>I found this story on another site, but thought I would share with ya'll considering this is for "confessions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my late twenties, I had a short but memorable affair with a similarly-aged woman. She was then a friend of my wife and often was a babysitter for our two young sons. It began when she was changing into her bathing suit to use our backyard pool. I had summoned up the courage to follow her into the room where she was changing (our downstairs bathroom), and there I told her to bend forward over the sink. She said, "We really shouldn't," but she complied. That was the beginning of an intense series of sex. We had each other in the pool, at the kitchen table, in the living room, upstairs in our bedroom, and even in a neighborhood park. Strangely, she broke off our sexual dalliance because I wouldn’t promise not to do anything with her mouth. She afterwards moved to the Midwest. -Al, 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://webcenters.netscape.compuserve.com/love/confession.jsp?confession=429&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496741474245232469-2357375398487737909?l=confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2357375398487737909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496741474245232469&amp;postID=2357375398487737909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/2357375398487737909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/2357375398487737909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-your-typical-day-on-job.html' title='Not your typical day on the job...'/><author><name>ConfessionsofaBabysitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286926144707532169</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-3496741474245232469.post-2642309392637171194</id><published>2008-01-30T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:59:56.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Shy</title><content type='html'>While I was talking to a lady today at Trader Joes, and discussing the project, she told me that she once had her boyfriend over while babysitting and kids caught them making out in the basement.  The kicker here, is that the lady talking to me was seriously about 70 years old.  hillarious....keep the stories coming.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496741474245232469-2642309392637171194?l=confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2642309392637171194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496741474245232469&amp;postID=2642309392637171194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/2642309392637171194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/2642309392637171194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-be-shy.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Shy'/><author><name>ConfessionsofaBabysitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286926144707532169</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-3496741474245232469.post-6164587364077062982</id><published>2008-01-19T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:27:08.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Roll!</title><content type='html'>Recently I spent some time away from the project and it's time to get up again.  That said, send your stories, tell your friends; you never know if your story will be chosen for publication?!?!?  Nonetheless, send hard copies to this address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a Babysitter&lt;br /&gt;992 Big Bend Sta. Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, MO 63088&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496741474245232469-6164587364077062982?l=confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6164587364077062982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496741474245232469&amp;postID=6164587364077062982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/6164587364077062982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/6164587364077062982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-time-to-roll.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Roll!'/><author><name>ConfessionsofaBabysitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286926144707532169</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496741474245232469.post-7821268857511245259</id><published>2007-10-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:48:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project: Confessional</title><content type='html'>Ever done something sexual, horrific, embarrassing, shameful, or simply humorous while babysitting?  Babysitters are entrusted with people's homes and children with the assumption that they treat it like it were they're own.  But, it is quite likely, that if you've ever babysat, you've abused that priviledge in one way or another.  That said, this is your opportunity to confess...anonymously.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your babysitting confessions on an 8 x 11 notebook piece of paper to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Confessions of a Babysitter&lt;br /&gt;992 Big Bend Sta. Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, MO 63088&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3496741474245232469-7821268857511245259?l=confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7821268857511245259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3496741474245232469&amp;postID=7821268857511245259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/7821268857511245259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3496741474245232469/posts/default/7821268857511245259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofababysitter.blogspot.com/2007/10/project-confessional.html' title='The Project: Confessional'/><author><name>ConfessionsofaBabysitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286926144707532169</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>
