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	<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 05:13:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Putting the &#8220;Duh&#8221; in Mudduh&#8217;s Day</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/05/13/putting-the-duh-in-mudduhs-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 04:15:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night, after I put Woo to bed, I was taking a few minutes to cruise around my usual internet haunts, which have gone most ignored since final exams are looming.  I cruised into a Mother's Day thread at <a href="http://www.theusuals.net/">The Usual Suspects</a> and read someone's post asking how you plan to celebrate with your mother, etc.  That's when it hit me.  Oh fuck.]]></description>
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		<title>Knock Knock</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/05/10/knock-knock/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 11:43:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It didn't take long for us to get tired of the frequent knocks and doorbell ding-dongs of those trying to convince us we needed what they were offering:  raffle tickets, vacuum cleaners, home services and, of course, religion.]]></description>
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		<title>Adventures in Hiking</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/04/29/adventures-in-hiking/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 13:35:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Suddenly the dogs barked, Beau Hunk yelled something, and in the midst of the chaos I became chillingly aware of a sound.  A very distinct sound.  A sound that is instantly familiar, even if you've never heard it before.  ]]></description>
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		<title>On the Job Again</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/04/28/on-the-job-again/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:44:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For better or worse, I got <a href="http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/04/03/">the job</a>.  They called with the offer on the day before I left for a four-day camping trip with my friends from the Bay Area.  As it worked out, Woo was here and Beau Hunk was not when the call came.  That meant I had to fudge my way through a job offer and the logistics thereof with a little boy yelling and banging on the door, because I had locked myself in our bedroom so that I wouldn't have to fudge my way through a job offer with a little boy yelling and squirming on my lap and asking to talk on the phone.  In retrospect, it was six of one, half a dozen of the other.  ]]></description>
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		<title>Color Me Red</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/04/08/color-me-red/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 20:14:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Among my to-do list this week was "color hair".  Beau Hunk likes redheads, and since he's morally obligated to sleep only with me, I thought he might enjoy a redhead to play with for a little while.  Nothing drastic, just a little strawberry to my original blonde.  ]]></description>
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		<title>One Vacation Begins, Another Ends</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/04/03/one-vacation-begins-another-ends/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 18:19:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As of yesterday, I am officially on Spring Break.  Whoo-hoo! ]]></description>
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		<title>Five Furry Alarm Clocks</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/03/25/five-furry-alarm-clocks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 19:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just about every day I ask the same question:  "Why do we own five animals??"  More often than not, this question is asked between 6:30 and 7:30am, just as I'm trying to finish off my morning sleep and our five furry alarm clocks are letting me know, in less than gentle terms, that morning has broken.]]></description>
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		<title>Deja Vu All Over Again</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2007/03/22/deja-vu-all-over-again/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 00:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It seems that the last time I updated this site I was entering exam season.  Which then flowed into mid-term season, which dovetailed into term paper and big-honkin' report season, followed by the Finals Crunch, which took place the week before Christmas.  By the time the New Year got here, I was preparing for the Spring semester. So what's been going on here since then?  Oh, just about everything.  ]]></description>
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		<title>Back to School - Semester Two</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2006/09/18/back-to-school-semester-two/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:15:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Fall semester started a mere two weeks and six days after my surgery - before I was allowed to drive even - which kind of forced me to be ok.  Beau Hunk had to drive me and come pick me up, which was a pain in the ass for him since class is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Coming Right Along</title>
		<link>http://bitterhag.com/journal/2006/08/12/coming-right-along/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 19:53:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recovery continues.  Physically I&#8217;m doing ok, but emotionally I&#8217;m a fucking mess.  I think my one remaining ovary has gone on strike, because I am having hot flashes that just about cook me in my own skin, and I&#8217;m crying over exercise infomercials.   I wish my stupid body would just get [...]]]></description>
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