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		<title>Comment on Most Cats Catch Mice&#8230; by dilanim</title>
		<link>http://mombshells.wordpress.com/2009/03/24/most-cats-catch-mice/#comment-220</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[dilanim]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 14:28:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What a beautiful and wise cat you have got?
Yes, you will never have to worry about him catching mice or other creatures.
Take good care of him]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful and wise cat you have got?<br />
Yes, you will never have to worry about him catching mice or other creatures.<br />
Take good care of him</p>
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		<title>Comment on Old Dog, New Tricks?  In French? by &#187; Old Dog, New Tricks? In French?</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[&#187; Old Dog, New Tricks? In French?]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:19:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] See more here:  Old Dog, New Tricks? In French? [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Comment on Blankies, Lovies &amp; Loss by Mermaid</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:50:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, yes :(]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, yes <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Comment on Blankies, Lovies &amp; Loss by midwin</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 16:29:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, no! Not Fuji!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, no! Not Fuji!</p>
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		<title>Comment on A Happy Spin on Life by blondeshell</title>
		<link>http://mombshells.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/a-happy-spin-on-life/#comment-216</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[While explaining what your role would be as one of a group party hostesses,I described you as &quot;the one who throws the confetti&quot;.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While explaining what your role would be as one of a group party hostesses,I described you as &#8220;the one who throws the confetti&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Car Hop Mom-ent by blondeshell</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[blondeshell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 17:52:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m with you there grandma lover. We&#039;ve all been screaming babies and we&#039;ll all be slow grandma&#039;s and it&#039;s important to remember that. Lo-ove the title of the piece by the way.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m with you there grandma lover. We&#8217;ve all been screaming babies and we&#8217;ll all be slow grandma&#8217;s and it&#8217;s important to remember that. Lo-ove the title of the piece by the way.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s A Beach, And Then Your Fridge Dies by Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://mombshells.wordpress.com/2009/02/23/lifes-a-beach-and-then-your-fridge-dies/#comment-214</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:39:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&lt;strong&gt;Mom Blogs - Blogs for Moms...&lt;/strong&gt;

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Mom Blogs &#8211; Blogs for Moms&#8230;</strong></p>
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		<title>Comment on Life&#8217;s A Beach, And Then Your Fridge Dies by midwin</title>
		<link>http://mombshells.wordpress.com/2009/02/23/lifes-a-beach-and-then-your-fridge-dies/#comment-213</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[midwin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:47:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Blech! I can smell it from here!

Sorry, bubby.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Blech! I can smell it from here!</p>
<p>Sorry, bubby.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Auto Parent by blondeshell</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[blondeshell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 03:58:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Huh. Not sure what you mean. I myself am reading and replying to Emails, checking the blog while my daughter is...OMG! Is it past bedtime already?!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Huh. Not sure what you mean. I myself am reading and replying to Emails, checking the blog while my daughter is&#8230;OMG! Is it past bedtime already?!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Travel Compatibility by midwin</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 17:32:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[George would have loved travelling with my parents. During our cross country trips to Colorado each year, they didn&#039;t even stop the car to switch drivers. One would just slide under the other and assume the wheel. Drinks consisted of a milk gallon jug full of water that had long since reached 80-degree air temperature. Nebraska was the worst -- my brother and I would press our faces against the window screens in the back of the truck hoping to catch a little breeze.

Of course, my parents are no longer the people I grew up with. Case in point, last year&#039;s Colorado camping fare consisted of filet mignon. Ah, the beauties of life my children will never know.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>George would have loved travelling with my parents. During our cross country trips to Colorado each year, they didn&#8217;t even stop the car to switch drivers. One would just slide under the other and assume the wheel. Drinks consisted of a milk gallon jug full of water that had long since reached 80-degree air temperature. Nebraska was the worst &#8212; my brother and I would press our faces against the window screens in the back of the truck hoping to catch a little breeze.</p>
<p>Of course, my parents are no longer the people I grew up with. Case in point, last year&#8217;s Colorado camping fare consisted of filet mignon. Ah, the beauties of life my children will never know.</p>
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