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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_ZhWukAhh0/UZcOvH9GM4I/AAAAAAAAI1Y/sZZjuyCUSyM/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_ZhWukAhh0/UZcOvH9GM4I/AAAAAAAAI1Y/sZZjuyCUSyM/s400/-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mexico, 2006&lt;/div&gt;
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I may have posted this before. It's one of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/7efuQtgD3PM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-18T00:00:04.955-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_ZhWukAhh0/UZcOvH9GM4I/AAAAAAAAI1Y/sZZjuyCUSyM/s72-c/-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/smacksy-saturday-photo-retro-bob.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Yes, a Jedi</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/1UWvVPRnNjU/what-are-you-going-to-do-while-im-at.html</link><category>noted</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 07:41:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-5257550128135082476</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9wEemtZ1I/UZWEvEdzlXI/AAAAAAAAI1I/njYeScOpck8/s1600/photo(115).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9wEemtZ1I/UZWEvEdzlXI/AAAAAAAAI1I/njYeScOpck8/s320/photo(115).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
"What are you going to do while I'm at school today, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm going to a lady store. I might need a new dress."&lt;br /&gt;
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"You don't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a new dress, you &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; a new dress."&lt;br /&gt;
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"That's very true. I have taught you well, young Padawan."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mom, I'm not a Jedi."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/1UWvVPRnNjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-17T07:41:19.644-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9wEemtZ1I/UZWEvEdzlXI/AAAAAAAAI1I/njYeScOpck8/s72-c/photo(115).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/what-are-you-going-to-do-while-im-at.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>1,460 Days</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/zjRzKC13Y1g/1460-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 00:00:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-4686419509289322745</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Four years ago today, I started Smacksy. I have posted something here every day since then. This simple action has caused a ripple effect in my life that I could have never imagined. I have made new friends, re-connected with old ones, updated extended family on our doings, and kept a family record of sorts. I have written a lot and that is something I love to do. I have gratitude for this place. And you guys. Especially you guys. Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Four years has flown. There is no end in sight.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/zjRzKC13Y1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T00:00:05.907-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hObERlbrR0/UZQ-Z4NJNiI/AAAAAAAAI0s/LzTuRW5GQwM/s72-c/photo(113).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">42</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/1460-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Scene From the Art Table</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/CUCXn6-xNVM/scene-from-art-table.html</link><category>kindergartening</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:00:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-2959484098286171707</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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"Bob, you didn't make checks all the way down like you're supposed to."&lt;br /&gt;
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"You're not the teacher Layla, you can't judge me."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm not judging you, I'm telling you what I think you did that's wrong."&lt;br /&gt;
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"That's what judging is, Layla."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm just telling you."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I know what you're telling me."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAhGCiXqqLA/UZGoz8nMR0I/AAAAAAAAI0E/rX8zW8ojZ3A/s1600/photo(111).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAhGCiXqqLA/UZGoz8nMR0I/AAAAAAAAI0E/rX8zW8ojZ3A/s320/photo(111).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mom, when we get home I'm going to set up my clone army."&lt;br /&gt;
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"When we get home I'm going to have a cup of coffee."&lt;br /&gt;
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"You drink too much coffee, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Why do you say that?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"I just think it's too much."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I think it's barely enough."&lt;br /&gt;
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"You really need to make better choices." &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSMjdpLP8Wk/UZBdnvmO30I/AAAAAAAAIz0/WjNwupCdpaQ/s1600/photo(110).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSMjdpLP8Wk/UZBdnvmO30I/AAAAAAAAIz0/WjNwupCdpaQ/s320/photo(110).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just for the record - it's not salad.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uAWg3Xd2c/UY79_PiymvI/AAAAAAAAIzk/lKQJDkyTRk4/s1600/photo(109).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uAWg3Xd2c/UY79_PiymvI/AAAAAAAAIzk/lKQJDkyTRk4/s320/photo(109).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.saspetherick.com/2013/05/come-on-in-make-yourself-at-home-can-i-get-you-some-tea/"&gt;An interesting little exercise &lt;/a&gt;about what your environment says about you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/nytimes/obituary.aspx?n=antonia-larroux&amp;amp;pid=164596250#fbLoggedOut"&gt;A fantastic obituary.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And&lt;a href="http://www.visualnews.com/2013/05/06/historical-figures-get-a-modern-makeover/"&gt; historical figures get a modern makeover.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/CR4TV7sFISc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T00:00:07.804-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uAWg3Xd2c/UY79_PiymvI/AAAAAAAAIzk/lKQJDkyTRk4/s72-c/photo(109).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/smacksy-sunday-links_12.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smacksy Saturday Photo: Dudes</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/jBOISfU2070/smacksy-saturday-photo-dudes.html</link><category>saturday photo</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 00:00:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-4259355062512387340</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2-wj_srGBM/UY3AeGrX8VI/AAAAAAAAIzM/6UONdnfyvjE/s1600/photo(107).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2-wj_srGBM/UY3AeGrX8VI/AAAAAAAAIzM/6UONdnfyvjE/s320/photo(107).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dirt + Rocks + Pals&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky64XZIIU4Y/UYyDc3FUvwI/AAAAAAAAIy8/BL9pRgPiuUQ/s1600/photo(106).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky64XZIIU4Y/UYyDc3FUvwI/AAAAAAAAIy8/BL9pRgPiuUQ/s320/photo(106).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"We're on number three, Felix"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No, we're on four."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Three."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Four. This is the fourth bag, Bob."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Oh, I thought we were talking about instruction manuals."&lt;br /&gt;
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"We're talking about bags and we're on the fourth one."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Okay but we're on the third manual. Where's the bag?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Where's the manual?"&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;"This is the coolest set ever."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I know."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/7EAjfEBcNUk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-10T00:00:08.674-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky64XZIIU4Y/UYyDc3FUvwI/AAAAAAAAIy8/BL9pRgPiuUQ/s72-c/photo(106).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/lego-logic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Max</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/RFk7CdA7ZOk/max.html</link><category>Max Rosenberg attorney at law</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-2426735426466923101</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Meet Max Rosenberg, Bob's new beta fish. Or as Bob refers to him, "my new brother." Technically Max is a "Siamese Fighting Fish" but they're all goldfish to me. Max came to live with us on Bob's birthday and seemed to feel right at home in his Sponge Bob themed water condo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Teddy enjoys sitting in front of the fishbowl, watching Max do his thing. Maybe they're bonding. Or Teddy's monitoring Max for future snacking purposes. I'm not clear on how the fish/dog relationship works.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob has a lot to say to Max, he's getting him up to speed on the family. Max is the silent type but I think he gets it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/RFk7CdA7ZOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-09T00:00:07.515-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg3U2cPhadw/UYsRLx3xQ1I/AAAAAAAAIys/_EP9k91QLQg/s72-c/photo(105).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/max.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Are We Having Fun Yet?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/mhlUOVPoCjY/are-we-having-fun-yet.html</link><category>let's do this</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 00:00:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-189649631101968870</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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A few months ago Jeff asked me, “What do you do for fun?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared back at him blankly while I scanned my life for the fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like to read?” It was a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You mean for your book clubs? Isn’t that more like homework?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Getting together for the actual club part is fun and sometimes I like the books.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh huh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like to travel.” There I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When’s the last time you did that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay maybe not that but... We went to that Prince concert that time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How many years ago?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what he was getting at. Of course there was joy in my life every day: Watching Bob play Little League, volunteering in the kindergarten classroom, family time with the guys. But I couldn’t think of the last time I had fun for the sake of fun. I was quickly becoming aware that I had become a person with no hobbies and no interests. Watching episodes of “Elementary” and buying vintage linens on Ebay didn’t really count as “hobbies.” Thank God my days of trying to sound exciting in an online dating profile were far in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked some of my mom friends what they did for fun and was met by either blank stares or laughter or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got a massage a couple of months ago,” Elise said. We decided that this was more of a medical necessity than actual fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got to see part of a movie awhile back,” said Cindy. “But then the sitter called and we had to leave early because Dylan threw up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a fun-less group. It was time to go looking for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how &lt;a href="http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/at-dance.html"&gt;I found myself contra dancing&lt;/a&gt; last month, an activity that has nothing to offer but fun. Then Jeff and Bob and I went to the pier and rode the Ferris Wheel: So much fun. Two weeks ago my friend Nikki and I took a morning boat to Catalina Island and went ziplining. The whole day trip was designed for fun and it delivered. Zipping through the canyon at 30 miles an hour, I thought – Yes. More of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently planning our next adventure: belay rock climbing. I had to Google “belay.” It has something to do with a harness and someone not letting you fall off a wall. And it sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/mhlUOVPoCjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-08T00:00:01.105-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtIAURJoiRY/UYm_5pSrJMI/AAAAAAAAIyU/TejCEBDmOsw/s72-c/555897_10151328785651254_1586644505_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/are-we-having-fun-yet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Muscle Men</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/VoxxJmBlXqE/muscle-men.html</link><category>Another Day Another Playdate</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 00:00:18 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-3919749479698541827</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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"Look, Felix. This mini-figure has muscles and a six pack."&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob had two requests for his birthday. He asked that we have the party at the indoor playground at the mall, and he asked that we have a theme. At first he thought he would like the theme to be his favorite show, "Sponge Bob Square Pants." After much consideration he finally decided the theme should be his favorite band, Black Sabbath. Related: There is no Black Sabbath aisle at Party City.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob helped put together a playlist of his favorite songs to make into CDs for party favors. Bob's musical tastes lean heavy into the 1978.&lt;br /&gt;
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No, that's actually not Howard Stern, but rather a quite fetching Mr. Rosenberg.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.rebellesociety.com/2013/04/26/creative-rehab-seven-myths-about-creativity/"&gt;7 myths about creativity. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.ufunk.net/en/photos/created-equal-les-contrastes-de-la-vie-magnifique-projet-photo-de-mark-laita/"&gt;Amazing photographs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.buzzpatrol.com/daaaw-owner-makes-lifejacket-for-pet-fish-called-einstein-who-cant-swim/"&gt;A sweet story&lt;/a&gt; of a fish with a life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/hLHfb5pgXF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-05T00:00:00.944-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8EixuX-QX8/UYXZi2s1HEI/AAAAAAAAIvg/wti10ScoKnU/s72-c/photo(94).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/smacksy-sunday-links.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smacksy Saturday Photo: Up</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/EmJhRd58WS8/smacksy-saturday-photo-up.html</link><category>saturday photo</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-7170749203713604105</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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There are mountains to climb.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mom, do you know the Don't Step On a Crack game?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"The rules are that you don't step on any cracks. And if you do you lose."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mom? I'm pretty sure we'll never make it across the street."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/RX8Tgj9sHQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T00:00:07.618-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKWCfAeid-s/UYMqz8kgTfI/AAAAAAAAIvA/NXM7RF8n1sU/s72-c/photo(92).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/cracks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Ratings</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/UhqZos9SzkI/ratings.html</link><category>I would like to carry you in my pocket forever</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 00:00:09 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-5052474723859755643</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpBm3VU-kqY/UYHxrrtQKzI/AAAAAAAAIuw/5aonzcXUrts/s1600/photo(91).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpBm3VU-kqY/UYHxrrtQKzI/AAAAAAAAIuw/5aonzcXUrts/s320/photo(91).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, today was awesome."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm so glad, Honey."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I mean really, really awesome like seventh best day of my life awesome."&lt;br /&gt;
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"That does sounds great."&lt;br /&gt;
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"But after my birthday on Sunday and the farm field trip on Friday it might get knocked down two, but for now it's definitely seventh best." &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/UhqZos9SzkI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T00:00:09.603-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpBm3VU-kqY/UYHxrrtQKzI/AAAAAAAAIuw/5aonzcXUrts/s72-c/photo(91).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/ratings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>I Only Know Yoda</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/EnwLYqzo-ME/i-only-know-yoda.html</link><category>the force</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 00:56:13 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-4626468758451067768</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xQEHgMxdss/UYDIElk-lHI/AAAAAAAAIug/47Bw-ijqFSg/s1600/photo(90).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xQEHgMxdss/UYDIElk-lHI/AAAAAAAAIug/47Bw-ijqFSg/s320/photo(90).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"See this character, Mom? This is Chi Eekway Papanoida. She's a senator from Pantora, the moon of Orto Poltunia. She wears a cloak covered in Wroonian healing stones. She was an advisor to Supreme Chancellor Palpatine during the Clone Wars. Did you get that?"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/EnwLYqzo-ME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-01T00:56:13.436-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xQEHgMxdss/UYDIElk-lHI/AAAAAAAAIug/47Bw-ijqFSg/s72-c/photo(90).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/05/i-only-know-yoda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>You Talking to Me?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/lcKZm0yyU_M/you-talking-to-me.html</link><category>kindergartening</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:00:18 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-2765970270080771394</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElHZ71iu_kY/UX9ObC7NNlI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/FKCFJILpeio/s1600/photo(89).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElHZ71iu_kY/UX9ObC7NNlI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/FKCFJILpeio/s320/photo(89).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
"Miss Lew! Oh my gosh, I mean Mom. Mom! I called you my teacher's name."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It happens."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I've never done that before."&lt;br /&gt;
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"It's not a big deal."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It's kind of weird-ing me out, Miss Lew. I mean, Mom. I did it again! What's &lt;i&gt;happening&lt;/i&gt; to me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/lcKZm0yyU_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-30T00:00:18.898-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElHZ71iu_kY/UX9ObC7NNlI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/FKCFJILpeio/s72-c/photo(89).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/you-talking-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Countdown Begins</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/Vq4OXojHn3A/the-countdown-begins.html</link><category>I would like to carry you in my pocket forever</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:00:21 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-5186681931771279569</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sl_9vKjXGQ/UX37293viLI/AAAAAAAAIuA/kRg8Fk1R5MQ/s1600/photo(88).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sl_9vKjXGQ/UX37293viLI/AAAAAAAAIuA/kRg8Fk1R5MQ/s320/photo(88).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mom, what's in that box that came in the mail? But who's it addressed to? Is it for me? Is it a present for my birthday? Can I shake it? How fragile? Is it Legos? It doesn't sound like Legos. I won't shake it anymore. Does it go with that other box that came last week that you hid in your closet? I don't know, I just saw it in there one time. Is that one fragile too? Is that one for me? Mom, did you know it's only six more days 'til my birthday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/Vq4OXojHn3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-29T00:00:21.213-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sl_9vKjXGQ/UX37293viLI/AAAAAAAAIuA/kRg8Fk1R5MQ/s72-c/photo(88).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/the-countdown-begins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smacksy Sunday Links</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/aECybNJDt-s/smacksy-sunday-links_28.html</link><category>links</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:00:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-6259148004863281454</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQjeQBge4jM/UXyMQ2cgpFI/AAAAAAAAItw/-jO6v5NSdgQ/s1600/photo(87).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQjeQBge4jM/UXyMQ2cgpFI/AAAAAAAAItw/-jO6v5NSdgQ/s320/photo(87).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/amazing-places/"&gt;These places&lt;/a&gt; are real and totally unreal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I liked this essay about &lt;a href="http://www.becomingminimalist.com/speak-joy/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+becomingminimalistcom+%28becomingminimalist.com%29"&gt;speaking joy. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm a sucker for &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2013/04/24/178841995/masterpiece-in-a-mug-japanese-latte-art-will-perk-you-up"&gt;good latte art.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/aECybNJDt-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-28T00:00:07.905-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQjeQBge4jM/UXyMQ2cgpFI/AAAAAAAAItw/-jO6v5NSdgQ/s72-c/photo(87).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/smacksy-sunday-links_28.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob &amp; Mr. Rosenberg</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/wj7Qe_aszXs/smacksy-saturday-photo-retro-bob-mr.html</link><category>saturday photo</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:00:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-2059373246483491071</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dXTRP4WAw/UXtV03LZZuI/AAAAAAAAItg/S9GXhJ4xV8A/s1600/am2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dXTRP4WAw/UXtV03LZZuI/AAAAAAAAItg/S9GXhJ4xV8A/s640/am2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amsterdam, 2007&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/wj7Qe_aszXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-27T00:00:11.035-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dXTRP4WAw/UXtV03LZZuI/AAAAAAAAItg/S9GXhJ4xV8A/s72-c/am2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/smacksy-saturday-photo-retro-bob-mr.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Things That Are Good About Going to Work With Your Dad On Take Your Child to Work Day by Bob Rosenberg</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/ZluiR_bSvDo/things-that-are-good-about-going-to.html</link><category>I would like to carry you in my pocket forever</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 00:00:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-5024241845438781303</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92GnBNp2TY/UXn9VvtFC8I/AAAAAAAAItI/ZxZ6tCvVfqY/s1600/IMG_8398.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92GnBNp2TY/UXn9VvtFC8I/AAAAAAAAItI/ZxZ6tCvVfqY/s320/IMG_8398.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me and other kids went to work with our parents today for the whole, pretty much whole, day and I had to wear a button up shirt. I met a friend named Adam and I got to wear a badge with my picture on it. Adam's in second grade and I got to go to the park with him later and we climbed a mountain thing. There were lots of kids at Go-to-Work-Day, maybe more than are in my classroom at school. I had a snack after breakfast of these gummy things that were super good. I got to watch a videos of puppies having a bath and part of Spiderman and part of Karate Kid and the whole movie of Hotel Transylvania. Oh, and the best part? We had pizza for lunch. It was fun but I don't think I want to work there because when I grow up I still want to be in a rock and roll band and be a fireman in the daytime. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/ZluiR_bSvDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-26T00:00:08.275-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z92GnBNp2TY/UXn9VvtFC8I/AAAAAAAAItI/ZxZ6tCvVfqY/s72-c/IMG_8398.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/things-that-are-good-about-going-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>I Like All of Those Things</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/9oUi4ibrlbQ/i-like-all-of-those-things.html</link><category>I Need to Pinch Those Cheeks</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-5122987747827681179</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NfOV8MlNo/UXiu6bHNKRI/AAAAAAAAIs4/agW8vXkXoVQ/s1600/photo(86).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NfOV8MlNo/UXiu6bHNKRI/AAAAAAAAIs4/agW8vXkXoVQ/s320/photo(86).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mom, I made this picture at school."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Very cool. Tell me about it."&lt;br /&gt;
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"It's me and Desmond and Felix and we're at Imagination World and everything's chocolate, like chocolate balloons are there and a chocolate car and the sky is chocolate and we're standing on chocolate mountains."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Where is Imagination World?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"It's the world inside my head, inside my imagination."&lt;br /&gt;
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"I want to go there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/9oUi4ibrlbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-25T00:00:14.010-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NfOV8MlNo/UXiu6bHNKRI/AAAAAAAAIs4/agW8vXkXoVQ/s72-c/photo(86).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/i-like-all-of-those-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Boss</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/smacksy/~3/ZN89SooAybQ/my-boss.html</link><category>a word from the management</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg)</author><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-2292255727102518723</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxdKLEe_ubk/UXdHgehGX2I/AAAAAAAAIso/k7oqlHhmydY/s1600/photo(83).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxdKLEe_ubk/UXdHgehGX2I/AAAAAAAAIso/k7oqlHhmydY/s320/photo(83).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Bob, I'm going outside to water the yard."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Can I help?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sure. You want to hold the hose?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No, I can supervise. I'll be in the car." &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/smacksy/~4/ZN89SooAybQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-24T00:00:14.078-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxdKLEe_ubk/UXdHgehGX2I/AAAAAAAAIso/k7oqlHhmydY/s72-c/photo(83).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.smacksy.com/2013/04/my-boss.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
