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	<title>Comments on: Catch-up</title>
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	<description>A picture of my life in a thousand words . . . more or less.</description>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26910</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 15:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had to laugh at your walking story because I have a similar one.  When my sister and I were younger we would fight constantly, and on one of our many treks between Nebraska and Minnesota after visiting grandparents we were fighting in the backseat of the car.  My dad said, &quot;You girls knock it off or I&#039;ll pull over and you&#039;ll walk home!&quot;  

Needless to say, we kept fighting, so my dad, thinking he was terribly clever pulled over and told us to get out of the car, on the highway, in the middle of the night, with 2 feet of snow on the ground.  Of course, we got out and started walking.  I&#039;m sure my dad said exactly what yours did, &quot;GET BACK IN THE CAR!&quot;  He had to chase my younger sister down, though because she took off running down the highway the minute she got out of the car.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had to laugh at your walking story because I have a similar one.  When my sister and I were younger we would fight constantly, and on one of our many treks between Nebraska and Minnesota after visiting grandparents we were fighting in the backseat of the car.  My dad said, &#8220;You girls knock it off or I&#8217;ll pull over and you&#8217;ll walk home!&#8221;  </p>
<p>Needless to say, we kept fighting, so my dad, thinking he was terribly clever pulled over and told us to get out of the car, on the highway, in the middle of the night, with 2 feet of snow on the ground.  Of course, we got out and started walking.  I&#8217;m sure my dad said exactly what yours did, &#8220;GET BACK IN THE CAR!&#8221;  He had to chase my younger sister down, though because she took off running down the highway the minute she got out of the car.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26909</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 15:07:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, I hear ya, my sista. When Kathryn and I clash, and I ask my husband why she must be like this, he tells me, &quot;Because she&#039;s you.&quot; This does not endear him to me.

And the talking! Once, when she was three, I asked her, as sweetly as possible, to please stop asking why for 10 minutes, and then after that I&#039;d answer all her questions. She said, &quot;OK,&quot; then, without missing a beat, went on with, &quot;How? How does the spider....?&quot; Sigh. The girl always needs an audience. Thus, theatre camp.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, I hear ya, my sista. When Kathryn and I clash, and I ask my husband why she must be like this, he tells me, &#8220;Because she&#8217;s you.&#8221; This does not endear him to me.</p>
<p>And the talking! Once, when she was three, I asked her, as sweetly as possible, to please stop asking why for 10 minutes, and then after that I&#8217;d answer all her questions. She said, &#8220;OK,&#8221; then, without missing a beat, went on with, &#8220;How? How does the spider&#8230;.?&#8221; Sigh. The girl always needs an audience. Thus, theatre camp.</p>
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		<title>By: Ginger</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26907</link>
		<dc:creator>Ginger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow!  I would love to have a date night once a week (or even once a month) but sadly baby-sitters are difficult to find. I am also thankful my children are old enough to allow their mother a nap.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow!  I would love to have a date night once a week (or even once a month) but sadly baby-sitters are difficult to find. I am also thankful my children are old enough to allow their mother a nap.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26906</link>
		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:18:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the feet sticking out of the pool and the &quot;duck&quot; cake. Sassy is a good thing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the feet sticking out of the pool and the &#8220;duck&#8221; cake. Sassy is a good thing!</p>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26905</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:17:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope you really enjoy date night after all that work!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope you really enjoy date night after all that work!</p>
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		<title>By: Jill</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26904</link>
		<dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:29:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is the best birthday photo ever. It shows so much personality, and she is adorable.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is the best birthday photo ever. It shows so much personality, and she is adorable.</p>
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		<title>By: Judy</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26898</link>
		<dc:creator>Judy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 12:23:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I must tell you what I did on Tuesday morning.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and reclined on the loveseat in my breeze-way at the &#039;new&#039; house.

It&#039;s on the street that I spent FIVE LOOONG YEARS bringing kids to and from school.

I watched harried mom after harried mom - and a few dads - bring their high-schoolers to school on the first day.

I was NOT one of them.  I didn&#039;t have to get up, get kids motivated, make sure they had everything, load them in the car - the car they wanted to drive themselves in - no arguing at all took place.

And, for the record, out on my breeze-way, I smiled a lot.  

Having adult children is WOOONDERFUL.

(i did wonder why i couldn&#039;t have lived here when they were in school and they could have walked but i didn&#039;t let that steal my joy.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I must tell you what I did on Tuesday morning.</p>
<p>I grabbed a cup of coffee and reclined on the loveseat in my breeze-way at the &#8216;new&#8217; house.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s on the street that I spent FIVE LOOONG YEARS bringing kids to and from school.</p>
<p>I watched harried mom after harried mom &#8211; and a few dads &#8211; bring their high-schoolers to school on the first day.</p>
<p>I was NOT one of them.  I didn&#8217;t have to get up, get kids motivated, make sure they had everything, load them in the car &#8211; the car they wanted to drive themselves in &#8211; no arguing at all took place.</p>
<p>And, for the record, out on my breeze-way, I smiled a lot.  </p>
<p>Having adult children is WOOONDERFUL.</p>
<p>(i did wonder why i couldn&#8217;t have lived here when they were in school and they could have walked but i didn&#8217;t let that steal my joy.)</p>
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		<title>By: ilovecheese</title>
		<link>http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2007/09/05/catch-up/comment-page-1/#comment-26886</link>
		<dc:creator>ilovecheese</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 06:13:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mel, nice to see you back :)
Also, I miss my dad terribly these days. Just another part of life, eh? Hugs to you, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY Grace!</description>
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Also, I miss my dad terribly these days. Just another part of life, eh? Hugs to you, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY Grace!</p>
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