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		<title>The World Keeps Turning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Despite my lack of blogging, yes, the world does go on. Surprise! Okay, not so much. Let&#8217;s see&#8230; where do we stand today? My eldest daughter was to move out to her own apartment next Saturday, but possibly now has to wait until later next week as she&#8217;s having landlord issues (things not being ready [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1456</link>
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		<title>Picking Up My Jaw Off the Floor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t (and still don&#8217;t) intend on this blog becoming a health and diet journal, but honestly people&#8230; I have to tell you this stuff or I&#8217;ll explode. Bear with me. The last post? The update? Well, those jeans were a size 12. I analyzed the way they fit and wondered, &#8220;can I get into [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1454</link>
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		<title>A Little Further On  *UPDATED*</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here we are, a little further on. Actually has been only half a month. Better, huh? Oh, shaddup all you daily posters&#8230; So, now as my Facebook buddies have noted, I am at a plateau. Ugh. I hate those. The walks have gotten to 5 miles a day (I actually went 6 today, but don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1450</link>
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		<title>What a Difference a Month Makes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A month. A whole month. I suck at blogging these days. So much for the &#8220;every day&#8221; thing. However, I must say I&#8217;ve done a few things right since I&#8217;ve not been blogging&#8230; Around mid-January I decided I&#8217;d let my diabetes have free run long enough and I was going to try and reign it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1448</link>
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		<title>Happy Self-Love Day 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thanks to Hilly for the graphic and the thought behind this. The idea is to post something about yourself that you love and to open it up to comments as to what others love about you as well. To people who have known me for any time at all it should be apparent this is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1443</link>
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		<title>Winter-land</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am tired of winter. Never thought I&#8217;d ever hear myself say that one. Winter, specifically this time of the year, has become my favorite over the past ten years or so. Since I started working in a farm-related business who has their busiest season in the fall, just like our family farm. Then we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1441</link>
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		<title>Finding My Footing  Pt2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was stunned. Sitting in the backseat, trying to absorb what I&#8217;d just been told. My younger daughter had been downstairs and not aware of anything going on upstairs until she heard the screaming through the heat vents&#8230; coming upstairs she realized there were pills all over the counter as well as my sharpest knife. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1439</link>
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		<title>Finding My Footing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What a week it has been. Last Saturday I spent the day with my mother and my eldest daughter. It was a relatively good day&#8230; as good as a day spent trying to make out what is being said in a noisy, crowded Olive Garden with a mother who isn&#8217;t wearing her hearing aids and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1437</link>
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		<title>De-Lurk?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Is there anybody out there? De-lurk, de-lurk, wherever you are&#8230;!]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1435</link>
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		<title>Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug. *</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It has now been one year. One year since Dad passed away, quietly, while the hospice women cleaned and cared for him. We were at home, at Mom&#8217;s, and getting ready to go to see him. Mom was still in bed when I got the call. I was able to tell her, hug her, hold [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://thetornpages.com/?p=1432</link>
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