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		<title>Moving Along</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 02:04:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve moved over to a new space for a new chapter, so check it out! The Uphill Climb]]></description>
		
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		<title>Oh Nelly!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 19:44:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So I live with this crazy dog named Nelly. No joke&#8211;about the name or the craziness. She is probably the most vocal, dramatic, wiggly dog I have ever met. She barks at everything that moves outside the front door, she whines when she wants something and when she&#8217;s happy, and she is always excited to [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Songs for Saturdays: Alive Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 15:16:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From (for?) Colleen&#8230; I woke up in darkness surrounded by silence oh where, where have I gone? I woke to reality losing its grip on me oh where, where have I gone? Cause I can see the light before I see the sunrise You called and you shouted broke through my deafness now I’m breathing [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Straight From the Kid&#8217;s Mouth</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 23:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Situation Six-year old Emma, four-year old Matthew, and I are walking home from school. We are talking about my sister&#8217;s dog. Conversation Emma- Which sister? (She knows I have two, and both are younger than me.) Me- Lauren. The one who&#8217;s married. Emma- Wait. Your sister is married and she&#8217;s younger than you? (She looks [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>&#8220;Not Right Now&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you have kids or work with kids alot you&#8217;re probably familiar with the phrases &#8220;maybe another day&#8221;, &#8220;we&#8217;ll see&#8221;, or &#8220;not right now&#8221;. Interestingly enough, I&#8217;ve finally learned what &#8220;we&#8217;ll see&#8221; actually means: &#8220;I&#8217;m not sure how to break it to you gently, so I&#8217;ll use the passive aggressive form of the imperative &#8216;no&#8217;. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wobbles and Swings</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 23:21:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Matthew regularly asks me, pretty much on an hourly basis, if I&#8217;ll come play with him. I often do, seeing as they do pay me to do that, lol. But many days he wants me to push him on the swing. We&#8217;re attempting to learn how to &#8220;pump&#8221; the swing yourself so that you don&#8217;t [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>I&#8217;m done with glue sticks.</title>
		<link>https://rremps.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/im-done-with-glue-sticks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 23:22:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, it&#8217;s been a full week of my new job, and overall I think I like it. &#8230;There are certainly going to be some tricker bits to this taking-care-of-other-peoples-children business, but the kids are relatively behaved and happy. It&#8217;s amazing what you can learn from kids though&#8230; This past week, I found Matthew (the four [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A new chapter</title>
		<link>https://rremps.wordpress.com/2009/09/07/a-new-chapter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:02:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, I&#8217;m officially moved in, give or take a few things. Tomorrow I take on the task of nannying two kids, one 4 and one 6, and it&#8217;s starting to hit me what it&#8217;s going to be like living and working here in Burlington. It&#8217;s very strange to be in an unfamiliar house in an [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just knock me out of myself altogether&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Erika]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 20:59:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He must increase, but I must decrease. John 3:30 Lately I&#8217;m discovering how much I am like Peter. Throwing myself at Jesus&#8217; feet, asking Him to call me to extreme tests of obedience and faith, asking Him to wash the whole of me&#8230; What can I say? &#8230;I am an extremist. And I caught myself [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>For the girls</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 16:37:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Found this on The Council for Biblical Manhood and Womanhood&#8217;s Blog and it&#8217;s worth sharing. My Credo as a Christian Woman byRebecca Jones I believe God created me, a woman, in His image. I believe God has the authority, as my Creator to define my whole person; body, soul, mind, and emotions. I believe God has [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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