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	<title>Comments on: Blog Stew #283</title>
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	<description>Forgetting everything practically instantaneously since, well, birth... blaming it on ADD since 2001.</description>
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		<title>By: BEG</title>
		<link>http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/2009/06/07/blog-stew-283/comment-page-1/#comment-5788</link>
		<dc:creator>BEG</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 23:50:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Those are gorgeous pictures... what about offering them in say a set of four notecards with envelopes?  Maybe i should negotiate with you over at etsy :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Those are gorgeous pictures&#8230; what about offering them in say a set of four notecards with envelopes?  Maybe i should negotiate with you over at etsy :)</p>
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		<title>By: CityGirl</title>
		<link>http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/2009/06/07/blog-stew-283/comment-page-1/#comment-5739</link>
		<dc:creator>CityGirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 17:19:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Glad you&#039;re still on Earth.  :smile: 

There IS a third option, you know: You&#039;ve completely screwed up your clock with all this third shift, second shift, time off, back on thirds, etc. work.

Your body probably thinks it&#039;s still May. Seriously. Traveling between time zones does it, so why not shift-hopping?

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;CityGirls last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://countrygirl-citygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-about-menagerie.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;More About the Menagerie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Glad you&#8217;re still on Earth.  :smile: </p>
<p>There IS a third option, you know: You&#8217;ve completely screwed up your clock with all this third shift, second shift, time off, back on thirds, etc. work.</p>
<p>Your body probably thinks it&#8217;s still May. Seriously. Traveling between time zones does it, so why not shift-hopping?</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>CityGirls last blog post..<a href="http://countrygirl-citygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-about-menagerie.html" rel="nofollow">More About the Menagerie</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Margo M</title>
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		<dc:creator>Margo M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 15:23:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dory, those pictures are beautiful! Writing can be such a pain in the neck when life gets wild - I always wish I could sing or draw or something (take nice pictures) instead and be done with it.... without having to rely so much on my whole brain, which is always a dodgy proposition. Happy Sunday!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo Ms last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheShortLane/~3/tD270apB0io/what-im-not-buying-this-weekend-7.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What I&#039;m NOT Buying this Weekend #7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dory, those pictures are beautiful! Writing can be such a pain in the neck when life gets wild &#8211; I always wish I could sing or draw or something (take nice pictures) instead and be done with it&#8230;. without having to rely so much on my whole brain, which is always a dodgy proposition. Happy Sunday!</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Margo Ms last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInTheShortLane/~3/tD270apB0io/what-im-not-buying-this-weekend-7.html" rel="nofollow">What I&#8217;m NOT Buying this Weekend #7</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Country Girl</title>
		<link>http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/2009/06/07/blog-stew-283/comment-page-1/#comment-5722</link>
		<dc:creator>Country Girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 14:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After 26 years of unprotected sex and a LOT of infertility treatment...which blessed me with The Big Kid and The Nice Kid, I quit having periods. I was 44 years old...didn&#039;t start HAVING regular ones until I was 40. No big deal. Only my body wasn&#039;t right and since excessive infertility treatments make you...oh, TWO THOUSAND TIMES more likely to have ovarian cancer (and the only way, according to my doctor, you know you have ovarian cancer is that they find it and you&#039;re going to die in two days) I KNEW I had ovarian cancer. A four-year-old and cancer. IT AIN&#039;T FAIR. By the time I got up the nerve to go to the doctor? I was four months pregnant. No cancer, no lie. I stood there and said, &quot;But you don&#039;t understand...&quot;, while they stood there and said, &quot;No, YOU don&#039;t understand...&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After 26 years of unprotected sex and a LOT of infertility treatment&#8230;which blessed me with The Big Kid and The Nice Kid, I quit having periods. I was 44 years old&#8230;didn&#8217;t start HAVING regular ones until I was 40. No big deal. Only my body wasn&#8217;t right and since excessive infertility treatments make you&#8230;oh, TWO THOUSAND TIMES more likely to have ovarian cancer (and the only way, according to my doctor, you know you have ovarian cancer is that they find it and you&#8217;re going to die in two days) I KNEW I had ovarian cancer. A four-year-old and cancer. IT AIN&#8217;T FAIR. By the time I got up the nerve to go to the doctor? I was four months pregnant. No cancer, no lie. I stood there and said, &#8220;But you don&#8217;t understand&#8230;&#8221;, while they stood there and said, &#8220;No, YOU don&#8217;t understand&#8230;&#8221;.</p>
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