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		<title>You&#8217;d Think I Sent Him Off to War</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All summer, when people would ask, &#8220;What are you going to do with yourself once Chooch starts preschool?&#8221; I&#8217;d usually respond with, &#8220;Whatever the fuck I want!&#8221; or &#8220;Pop open the wine bottle!&#8221; or &#8220;Have wanton sex with handy men!&#8221; What I knew for sure was that I wasn&#8217;t going to be one of those <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6057'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chooch gets oriented, I sweat a lot.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Friday was preschool orientation and I was more nervous than any child in that room, I think. Just stepping over the threshold to the school made my stomach clutch up a little. I didn&#8217;t really have any awful school experiences, but I consistently suffered from First Day Syndrome. And now, at 31, I was feeling <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6051'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Crapper For All</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Drove all the way to Wayne, Michigan today to hang up my bathroom plaque at Warriors 3. OK fine &#8211; and to hang out with the shop&#8217;s proprietors! Be back later. Peace out, girl scout! (PS Bill just said Pink Floyd sucks and my left eyeball shot out from the sheer idiocy of that statement.)]]></description>
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		<title>Chooch-Cakes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There was a bakery box on my desk when I got to work last night. A small yellow post-it was labeled &#8220;Chooch-cakes&#8221; &#8211; Kaitlin had baked get well cupcakes for Chooch. I seriously almost cried, it was so thoughtful! &#8220;I tried to make some of them as much like zombies as possible,&#8221; Kaitlin pointed out. <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6047'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Blood Spray Park</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Chooch and I were really looking forward to meeting Kara and her son Harland at the spray park.  When I woke Chooch up yesterday, he even cheered. It was supposed to be a fun day splashing in water. NOT BLOOD. Enjoy that rainbow while it lasts, my friend. Soon it will be dripping in blood. <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6042'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Wordless Wednesdays</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Henry&#8217;s Porn Hand. This is what happens when one carelessly knocks over an entire rack of PORN in the back of a seedy video rental store. Circa 2007. Thems was the days, ya&#8217;ll.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6031</link>
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		<title>Identity Crisis Averted</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I came into work today, the first thing I noticed was that the wall of my work space finally says my name! I don&#8217;t have to be &#8220;Patricia Weiss&#8221; anymore. It was to the point where, if someone from another department walked by and said, &#8220;Hey Patricia,&#8221; I&#8217;d just mumble &#8220;Hey&#8221; back. I&#8217;ll tell <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6026'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>He also laughs when I get hurt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I want you to sing,&#8221; Chooch said urgently. Being the monkey that I am,  I threw out some &#8220;lalala&#8221;s and hoped that would pacify him enough to let me resume child negligence. &#8220;No!&#8221; he argued. &#8220;I want you to sing while standing on a chair! And a piece of wood!&#8221; I let this sink in <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6021'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ignoring the &#8220;Do Not Ride If You&#8217;re Pregnant&#8221; Signs at King&#8217;s Island: A LiveJournal Repost</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t know it then, but I was about three weeks pregnant at the time of this trip. It was originally posted&#8230;ew, exactly 5 years ago. And this day will come up later in The Christina Chronicles. *** I haven&#8217;t been to an amusement park since we attempted to run amok at Six Flags in <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6017'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Blogathon Skullz0rz</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is one of the sponsor paintings I made for Blogathon. I got a little attached to it AND NOW IT&#8217;S GONE. I hope my sponsor likes it. The second time I participated in Blogathon, back in 2007, I decided to bribe people to sponsor me by offering to paint them pictures. I wound up <a href='http://www.ohhonestlyerin.com/archives/6012'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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