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		<title>A Big Conversation</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2012/02/04/a-big-conversation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 22:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We have a number of friends who home school their children and one of the traits that AD and I have observed in these kiddos that we admire is their comfort and poise in speaking with adults.  We are impressed with how they look us in the eye when speaking to us, how they speak [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Pearls</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/24/no-pearls/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 21:48:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[If there is any possible way to offend someone, I can do it, and usually in record time. I am gifted that way. Several years ago, I was helping my mother-in-law in her boutique in downtown Tuna, and a mature lady came in with her slightly less mature sister.  The younger sister was looking for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bank</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/12/the-bank/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:21:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Embarrassment]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I woke up the other day, there were no obvious indicators that the banking industry had it in for me. So I got out of bed. After breakfast, Sean and I set out on a few errands.  Our first stop was the bank.  I very seldom go to the bank any more, but I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Ubiquitous Jacket</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/04/the-ubiquitous-jacket/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Embarrassment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Antique Friends]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[She Speaks Conference]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[One of the highlights of this past weekend at the She Speaks conference was meeting my blog friend Shelly who writes My Life on The Wild Side. I had not met Shelly in person before, but when I met her on Friday, I connected with her immediately.  I felt like I had known her since [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Carolina Jasmine</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/05/01/the-carolina-jasmine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 06:38:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Crazy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[So for a week or more now, I&#8217;ve had this mother dove nesting in the Carolina jasmine that is growing on the fence that runs alongside my driveway and just outside my kitchen window.  And I have to admit here, I&#8217;ve become involved with this dove.  I wonder if the dove is okay, I wonder [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Door Dork</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/10/15/door-dork/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last week, I took a break from my adventures in home improvement to make a quick trip to Target.  My theory was that browsing the dollar bins would relieve the pain that I had in my neck from standing on a ladder and painting the ceiling.  I approached the automatic doors to the building fully [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sorry Troy</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/07/15/sorry-troy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 05:27:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[True story.   Back in the early 90s, I attended a taping of a television sports talk show featuring Troy Aikman and some other sports caster type fellows whose names I don&#8217;t remember. I know nothing about football and it would not even be possible for me to care less about football than I already do. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mr. Malaprops</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/05/22/mr-malaprops/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 05:15:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Embarrassment]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, in a fit of motherly passion, I&#8221;ll scoop Sean up and smother him with kisses, telling him he&#8217;s so cute that I can&#8217;t stand it.  And then he squiggles and wiggles out of my arms and runs off, laughing and yelling &#8220;Yucky!&#8221; Last week, we were at the grocery store, and as we were checking out, he was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Treadmill</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/04/09/the-treadmill/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 06:16:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The other day I was on a treadmill at the health club, listening to my iPod and minding my own business. That is, I was minding my own business as much as anyone can at a health club.  The reality is that we are all uniformly packed in together like a can of spandex-wearing, walking [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>41</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Brown Shoes</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/01/15/the-brown-shoes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 05:01:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Embarrassment]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I had to go to Wal-Mart. And just now I’m cringing at the thought of how many posts I have started with that sentence. Since it was a bit on the chilly side today, I pulled out a pair of casual coffee-colored suede-ish (not to be confused with Swedish) lace-up shoes that I really love [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>82</slash:comments>
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