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	<title>Whiskey in My Sippy Cup : Surviving Parenting.  Kinda.</title>
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	<description>A Vancouver mom blog, and a Denver mom blog. Parenting stories, recipes, dead hamsters and not enough whiskey. Will blog for tips.</description>
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		<title>Cold Day In July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[But first, old business:
 Someone named Matt at Redsparks.com emailed me with a BOMB ASS design for my back, so he got to pick one prize and he went with the necklace, for his wife, because he&#8217;s awesome like that, and do you want to see what he came up with? Too bad. Sneak peeks [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2009/07/01/cold-day-in-july/</link>
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		<title>Ask A Stupid Question</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My sons have always been completely unable to estimate. When they&#8217;d ask what time it was, and I&#8217;d say that it was quarter after 4, they&#8217;d go look at the clock and say, &#8220;Mom! It&#8217;s 4:12!&#8221; I&#8217;d explain that yes, I know it is, but that I was rounding up and they&#8217;d say, &#8220;But it&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2009/06/30/ask-a-stupid-question/</link>
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		<title>They&#8217;re Getting To Big To Cuddle, Or Jamie Foxx Can Kiss My Grits</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We sat together on the porch the other night, my husband and I, and under starry skies Mr Rationally Unemotional gazed squarely into the eyes of Ms. Happy Go Medicated and asked, &#8220;When exactly did they grow up? I mean, really; it wasn&#8217;t supposed to happen this fast.&#8221;  And all I could muster in reply [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2009/06/28/growing-u/</link>
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		<title>Perspective</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We hardly ever get to see The Donor around these parts.  We see him get ready for work in the morning, and if we&#8217;re really really lucky, we might see him come home at night. But only if it&#8217;s all-nighter-zombie-movie-night.  We get him every Sunday, and we get him for dinner on Mondays, and that&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2009/06/24/perspective/</link>
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		<title>Satellite Comes And Goes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I found you in 1996 and I lost you in 2006. It was your fault, it was my fault, it was everyone&#8217;s fault and no one&#8217;s fault. None of it matters anymore, except that all of it matters still. Because without that, with none of it, we wouldn&#8217;t have any of this.
Today you&#8217;ll celebrate your [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2009/06/22/fathers-day/</link>
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