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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 04:36:22 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>Childhood Memories</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:37:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Distant childhood memories flash before me as I stare longingly into the flame of a bright burning candle. Transfixed, I&amp;#8217;m drawn into the visions that spew out and settle into the translucent molten pool of days long gone.   Wishing that others</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/ed6c13bfd3f125dcf7f5e63a4658643d">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>thank you for being a friend...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 00:57:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>yes, i&#039;m so behind on everything, though mostly just email replies and blog posts... ha!exploding brain matter.... i&#039;ve been super busy, flying from one thing to another, flying from one project to another, meetings, researching, scouting, too many p</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/6a4028fa09af6299812d789d6e770b8e">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>A Land Of Make-Believe</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:23:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>Choo-Choo Charlie &amp;amp; Me</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:27:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>Review:  Tender at the Bone by Ruth Reichl</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 11:48:15 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table by Ruth Reichl is a memoir of the editor of Gourmet magazine’s childhood.  I love to read, and I love to eat, so this book, combining two of my favorite things, seemed like a natural choice for me.  It</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/a1cec273252404c0784ea5089e405065">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Past &amp;amp; Present all in my head and feelings!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 10:52:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>Take That Sister!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 09:23:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>When I was in Catholic school the Sisters truly didn&#039;t like me.Sister Dominique Dominatrix hated that I was always making the other kids laugh, especially during those times when she was trying to intimidate them.Sister Bertha Bloodletter referred to</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/5a45ec1e621092ad0cdfa8ccf6c36183">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>My Maternal Grandfather as a Baby (Restored Tintype) [two]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 04:21:00 -0500</pubDate>
				<category>childhood</category>
				<description><![CDATA[<p>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  My Maternal Grandfather as a Baby (Restored Tintype) [two], originally uploade</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/d983866db05c0289420d17451591cc2c">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Go! Smell the 44th Anniversary!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:30:30 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Although I don&amp;#8217;t remember much of it (like most birthdays in later life i suppose), today is the 44th anniversary of my arrival on planet earth. Now don&amp;#8217;t go getting all sentimental and slushy on more&amp;#8230; no - what set me thinking was </p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/908b297e948ff407d55acdb213ce8725">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Childhood Dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:44:33 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>When I started this blog two years ago I had a different idea of what I wanted it to be about. You see, ever since I’ve been young I’ve wanted to be a journalist. If you asked me why, I’m not sure I could say; maybe I just wanted to be like Cla</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/e6d0ba7b0b2deb6ac94cf3f53cd77975">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Bringing More Joy Into Your Life</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:07:40 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>  The other day I was having a conversation with a friend about how frequently I was biking.  I take a bike ride almost every day (although this week has been really bad in terms of weather, and biking in the&amp;#8230;</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/adadc3e5b6ceab54f55c35f060aa4180">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Dirty Wow Wow</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 12:58:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>  Dirty Wow Wow (and other love stories) is a charming little book written by Cheryl and Jeffrey Katz. I discovered it when Josh and I were in San Francisco on our road trip back in June. The book holds a collection of photos and short stories about </p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/07c09b56af8351cd7b7fb8800bb5797b">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Becoming a Mysterious Lady</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 08:47:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Back when I was &quot;an Evans&quot; (with my little sister)As I sat in McCoy&#039;s Tuesday night over ginger shandys, listening to a New Zealander call me &quot;so mysterious&quot; in her cute little accent, I thought back to when I was just a dumb kid dreaming of some mag</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/64527c2b70b3f973c46b8a33916941dd">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>PAST JOURNAL ENTRY:  July 28, 2005~during work day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:01:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>The Best Money I&amp;#039;ve Ever Spent</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:13:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>RUNNING LATE, AS USUAL</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:19:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>the embarrassment of being knownas the ones who are always last minute,backing up the true blue ’72 Cutlass,a quick rise, then a drop, like a speed bump.“What the Sam Hill was that?”My sister’s cat under the wheel,tears flowed from both of us</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/c300e6f9264431b0fb2699bd892268ab">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>nightmares</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 06:00:11 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Some lumpy pillow nightmares shake your shoulders til you are awake to watch shadows span the wall from the fan see a man by mistake Dinosaur fangs in the night light puppets seem to move to the right toy truck tires have eyes for figurine spies tedd</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/e86b97dba4c4cb8d285b7299be989889">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Growing up with a mother with a borderline personality disorder!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:01:00 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title>Kidspeak</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:04:01 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>&amp;#8220;Daddy, Daddy!&amp;#8221; I&amp;#8217;m looking at a movie. Max is crawling all over my back looking through the window behind me into the sunroom. &amp;#8220;Daddy, Daddy! Ma Targit!&amp;#8221; he pleads, tapping me on the shoulder. I&amp;#8217;m watching a movie</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/ee0f50fb6cf3c654576475f427ae7f64">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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                <title>Childhood Summer Vacation</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 17:55:23 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Becca has again inspired a nice little list from me. My favorites are nostalgia based, so today&#039;s is right up my alley: Give Me Five fun summer vacation memories from your childhood.1. Moving cross country - Being a Navy family, we didn&#039;t so much vac</p><p><a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/post/a261d7dc1978116f0372fd4b862d629f">Read More &raquo;</a></p>]]></description>
				
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