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		<title>Keep calm and carry on</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a while, hasn&#8217;t it? Lest you think I got attacked by the birds congregating around Munchkin&#8217;s home-made feeder, let me assure you I am alive and well. Well&#8230;. not that well, but alive. I&#8217;ve been a little busy, you see. Got caught up in a major national news story, and it&#8217;s been kind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>How to make a bird feeder Munchkin-style</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. Acquire a plastic gallon container of milk, drain it, burp very very loudly, and get your mum/dad/parental guardian to wash it out. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; 2. Get your mum/dad/parental guardian to cut a hole where the handle is, leaving a suitable lip at the bottom for holding bird food. &#160; &#160; (Ooh, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Doors (but not in a sexy Jim Morrison sorta way)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My DIY-ADD tendences are surfacing again. Here is my email conversation this week with Ms Fix-It. She: What would you like to accomplish this week? Me: oh Gosh, dunno. I do need to think about the office (still to paint, hopefully will do that by Thurs) but would love to tile the shower room as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Farewell Bohemia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in mourning. My favorite shop in Tucson has closed. With the news came emails, Facebook posts, calls and conversations with friends and fellow lovers. Where would we get fabbo gifts now? Who would support local artists? And did we shop there enough? We all agreed that we didn&#8217;t, although we tried our best. Bohemia [...]]]></description>
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		<title>21st Century Tween</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thou shalt not wear flats with socks, says Sweetpea. So that&#8217;s me told then. She&#8217;s also in a huff because I bought some Converse sneakers. She says I&#8217;m copying her. Forty-four is a strange age. I&#8217;m known for dressing a wee bit younger then I am (graphic T-shirts on the weekend, par example, or pigtails [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Farewell to some ugly stuff</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thank you all for your comments on Thing 1&#8242;s demise. There&#8217;s nothing like pets to stir up strong emotions in people. I still miss him. I look for him every time I go into our bedroom, and I miss the way (annoying at the time but sweet now I look back) that he drooled whenever [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://gilliandrummond.net/2012/01/farewell-to-some-ugly-stuff/</link>
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		<title>Happy New Year&#8230;. sort of</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On New Year&#8217;s Day 2012 I found myself doing two unexpected things. The first was pushing a stolen supermarket trolley up and down a street in Phoenix. The second was driving a 10-foot truck down the Highway to Tucson. You may surmise that Hubby and I suddenly found ourselves homeless, and that I was recruited [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The worst Christmas ever&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This was Sweetpea&#8217;s declaration last night as she pulled the bed covers over her head and dug down deep, refusing to come up for air. It hadn&#8217;t started off badly. Well, the 6am wakeup was none too pleasant, I admit, but Hubby and I put on brave parental smiles and tried to be jolly. It [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://gilliandrummond.net/2011/12/the-worst-christmas-ever/</link>
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		<title>Vive la France and what it can teach us</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I adored this column that ran in my local paper, the Arizona Daily Star. It&#8217;s about how we can take a lot of tips from the French when it comes to lifestyles. And no, I don&#8217;t mean pate and table wine and chic women, I mean celebrating what you have, and being modest. More specifically: [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://gilliandrummond.net/2011/12/vive-la-france-and-what-it-can-teach-us/</link>
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		<title>Dear Santa</title>
		<description><![CDATA[How are you? Feeling the pressure a wee bit? Now that the kids&#8217; lists are winging their way to you (copied carefully by me first, natch), I thought I&#8217;d send you mine. 1. The first on my wish list isn&#8217;t really a wish for something, it&#8217;s a wish for something to be taken away, and [...]]]></description>
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