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	<title>Comments on: You&#8217;ll Shoot Your Eye Out, Kid!</title>
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		<title>By: Darin Selfridge</title>
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		<dc:creator>Darin Selfridge</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:19:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>P.S. I love &quot;A Christmas Story&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>P.S. I love &#8220;A Christmas Story&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Darin Selfridge</title>
		<link>http://blog.pidesign.com/2008/12/youll-shoot-your-eye-out-kid/comment-page-1/#comment-4</link>
		<dc:creator>Darin Selfridge</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:04:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was enjoying this cute bit of nostalgia, that is until the seque into swap meets and garage sales!  This made me reflect on a bit of painful history.  When we purchased our new home, which had a beautiful custom office for my wife Jenny, I was assured that the other spare bedroom would be turned into a music room/office for me.  All looked good for my man-room plans... until Jenny&#039;s mother happened by a garage sale that had an old-fashioned bed frame that, to quote my mother-in-law, &quot;we had to have.&quot;  I now cram myself into a 3&#039;x3&#039; area and use a foofy white dresser to compute upon.  When I really get into some deep stuff, I pull out the top drawer of the dresser and lay across it an unfinished piece of plywood to extend my desk space.  My horns are pushed into a dusty corner that prevents opening the closet door, and when I raise my adjustable-height chair it gets stuck in the ornate Filigree of the bed&#039;s footboard.  Anyway, this is the holiday season and it isn&#039;t about me, I realize.  The bed looks great, imposing itself upon the room (and me), and loftily exalts its rank in the order of my life.  On a positive note, vacuuming is a breeze.  Thanks for the memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was enjoying this cute bit of nostalgia, that is until the seque into swap meets and garage sales!  This made me reflect on a bit of painful history.  When we purchased our new home, which had a beautiful custom office for my wife Jenny, I was assured that the other spare bedroom would be turned into a music room/office for me.  All looked good for my man-room plans&#8230; until Jenny&#8217;s mother happened by a garage sale that had an old-fashioned bed frame that, to quote my mother-in-law, &#8220;we had to have.&#8221;  I now cram myself into a 3&#8242;x3&#8242; area and use a foofy white dresser to compute upon.  When I really get into some deep stuff, I pull out the top drawer of the dresser and lay across it an unfinished piece of plywood to extend my desk space.  My horns are pushed into a dusty corner that prevents opening the closet door, and when I raise my adjustable-height chair it gets stuck in the ornate Filigree of the bed&#8217;s footboard.  Anyway, this is the holiday season and it isn&#8217;t about me, I realize.  The bed looks great, imposing itself upon the room (and me), and loftily exalts its rank in the order of my life.  On a positive note, vacuuming is a breeze.  Thanks for the memories.</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa C.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa C.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 20:34:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Years ago I found a &quot;Snoopy&quot; dog pull toy with the wobbly red wheels and the springy tail for only a couple of bucks. We got it for our older daughter who is now 13. The toy is still played with today by our three year old.
Lisa C.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Years ago I found a &#8220;Snoopy&#8221; dog pull toy with the wobbly red wheels and the springy tail for only a couple of bucks. We got it for our older daughter who is now 13. The toy is still played with today by our three year old.<br />
Lisa C.</p>
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