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 <title><![CDATA[The limitations of perfection]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[I’ve never actually worked the numbers, but I think most of my family have IQs that are above average. Most of us are also well-organized, hard-working, industrious, and reliable. On occasions even heroically so. But by and large, I don’t think we’re very creative. Take me, for example. I am good at <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 09:51:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>theotheri</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://theotheri.wordpress.com">The Other I</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Thanksgiving nostalgia]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[A few weeks ago, I was reading blog after blog about Thanksgiving. Some from my Canadian friends who celebrate in October, and some who are just overly excited about the holiday (or just like to prepare early, like Tiffany ). I promised a blog about my holiday traditions, and promptly procrastinated <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://blackroseheart.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/thanksgiving-nostalgia/]]></link>
 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 05:31:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Shelli</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://blackroseheart.wordpress.com">Shaking The Tree</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Tempers come and Tempers go]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Life was going swimmingly for the Temper family the last time we visited them. Someone grows up a bit One of them grows up a bit. Story of this current generation that they get up from the computer only for important things like aging. Dang boy This boy name Sue gets uglier everytime. Is that not a  <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://www.borrowed-heaven.net/private/?p=1355]]></link>
 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Clarice</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[Criando buenos textos]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[An tengo miedo a los comentarios ajenos, soy como una madre sobreprotectora y mis hijos son mis textos, soy enfermiza, cuando los critican a ellos me siento ofendida. Para colmo quiero vivir de ellos, quiero explotarlos, quiero que me paguen a mí por el trabajo suyo, así que no me queda más remedio  <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://paradoja-humana.blogspot.com/2009/11/criando-buenos-textos.html]]></link>
 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:59:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Licuc </dc:creator>
 <source url="http://paradoja-humana.blogspot.com/">Paradoja Humana</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[All I Want Is…]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[I drink milk every day! I could say I’m having 9 oz of milk on every 3-4 hours and milk has been my daily meals. Yup, I don’t like porridge or rice for the past few months. I’ve been taking milk this way since I was about 8-9 months old. I don’t like drinking milk from the feeding bottle be it breas <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://ryan.littlethots.com/?p=3051]]></link>
 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:11:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://ryan.littlethots.com">WONDERFUL LIFE</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Turkeys ‘n Pilgrims]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Little Randy had filled himself to the brim with turkey and stuffing and family good cheer. After reaching his limit of pats on the head from maiden aunts and exclamations of, “My how big you’re getting!” from other well-meaning relations, he put on his coat and escaped to the rolling hills out behi <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://bananascrackersandnuts.com/bcnuts/?p=937]]></link>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:49:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Fred</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[The King and I, and a bronze Elephant]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Most of my peers would have had this impression I have of Yul Brynner prancing effervescently around the Siamese royal court, in his delightful and colourful portrayal of Mongkut, the King of Siam, in the 1956 cinematic version of the musical, The King and I. Growing up, I was given a regular dose o <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://thelongnwindingroad.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/the-king-and-i-and-a-bronze-elephant/]]></link>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:38:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>The wondering wanderer</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://thelongnwindingroad.wordpress.com">The Long and Winding Road</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[bleach.]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[i don’t get mad. i get even. in every sense of the word. what a random statement to start off with without any background, right? lol. let’s just say, i was just encouraged to start a new series entitled: THE REAL WORLD: Bryant St, because the things that happen in this house can’t be seen anywhere  <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://duckduckgoosie.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/bleach/]]></link>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:06:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>AshleyGoose</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://duckduckgoosie.wordpress.com">duckduckduckduckGOOSE.</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Sometimes...]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[- I wish we still blogged... it really used to make day summing up my crazy weekends and calling up Jew to simple report "I blogged" or vice versa - I read Chelsea Handler's stories and think to myself... "Our stories could have probs made it into that book" and slash or "Is Jew actually Chelsea's g <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://irishandjew.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html]]></link>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:03:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Irish and Jew </dc:creator>
 <source url="http://irishandjew.blogspot.com/">An Irish and a Jew</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[Just like a baby]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Tonight my sexy man and I got into an argument. It was dumb in some ways, not so much in others, but what I noticed (although not for the first time) was how I hold my breath when I get upset. The first time I realized that I did this was when my dad was sick and I was trying to deal with that. When <b>...</b> ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://irrationalbasis.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/just-like-a-baby/]]></link>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:49:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>irrational basis</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://irrationalbasis.wordpress.com">Irrational Basis</source>
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