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		<title>And Thus, Another A-Hole Was Created</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My dog is an asshole. Specifically, my dog Nixon is an asshole. (I&#8217;d hate to lump all of my dogs into the asshole category, although, they do all have their asshole tendencies. But today I&#8217;m just focusing on the dog that is currently the most assholish.) Wait. Am I allowed to call my dog an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theredneckmommy.com/2012/02/09/and-thus-another-a-hole-was-created/</link>
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		<title>There is No Winning When You Play Against Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So remember how once upon a time, we had a ridiculously ugly couch that my children slashed with knives and the dogs puked on and how I was so very tired of furniture which looked better out on my lawn than in my house that I stupidly allowed my husband to purchase a leather couch [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theredneckmommy.com/2012/02/06/there-is-no-winning-when-you-play-against-me/</link>
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		<title>Waiting to Inhale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was one of those hot summer afternoons where the heat bounced off the sidewalk in blurry waves. I was fourteen years old and unsupervised and my best friend Jojo and I had this wild idea to hang out in her back yard pretending we were grownups. After walking to the nearest gas station to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theredneckmommy.com/2012/01/30/waiting-to-inhale/</link>
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		<title>Tsarina T</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is one person in this world who is allowed to call me &#8220;Mommy.&#8221; Hint: It&#8217;s not my husband. Because&#8230;ew. Nor is it the PR flackies who keeps sending me bizarre email pitches addressed to Mommy. My name is Tanis. And if you don&#8217;t want to use that one, I&#8217;ll accept  Tsarina T. The only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theredneckmommy.com/2012/01/25/tsarina-t/</link>
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		<title>For the Record: There is No Point to This Post</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was 13, I was convinced that when I grew up I was not going to look at all like anything I currently resembled. Time would work it&#8217;s magic and erase the curse of genetics and biology and I&#8217;d suddenly sprout to be my dream height of 5&#8217;11, have a pert C-cup, thick wavy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theredneckmommy.com/2012/01/23/for-the-record-there-is-no-point-to-this-post/</link>
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