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	<title>Comments on: How I met my husband</title>
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	<description>I write, I paint, I knit.</description>
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		<title>By: pbsweeney</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-1028</link>
		<dc:creator>pbsweeney</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2006 21:22:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve been all over your blog this afternoon, having found it clicking &quot;next&quot; on wordpress. What is so plain wonderful is the reality of your faith in your your daily life - it&#039;s remarkable and just what we need to hear about, be conscious of and strive toward. Thanks for this story on gratitude. You have no idea how much I needed to read it.

Salaam,
Patricia</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been all over your blog this afternoon, having found it clicking &#8220;next&#8221; on wordpress. What is so plain wonderful is the reality of your faith in your your daily life &#8211; it&#8217;s remarkable and just what we need to hear about, be conscious of and strive toward. Thanks for this story on gratitude. You have no idea how much I needed to read it.</p>
<p>Salaam,<br />
Patricia</p>
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		<title>By: Gosh ma&#8217;am &#8230; those sure are pretty biscuits &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-840</link>
		<dc:creator>Gosh ma&#8217;am &#8230; those sure are pretty biscuits &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:42:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] My goodness, what I am ever going to do with my dear readers. I know you are out there &#8230; wondering where the next part of the story is (what happend after I met my husband). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My goodness, what I am ever going to do with my dear readers. I know you are out there &#8230; wondering where the next part of the story is (what happend after I met my husband). [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Gosh ma&#8217;am &#8230; those sure are pretty biscuits &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-841</link>
		<dc:creator>Gosh ma&#8217;am &#8230; those sure are pretty biscuits &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] My goodness, what I am ever going to do with my dear readers. I know you are out there &#8230; wondering where the next part of the story is (what happend after I met my husband). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My goodness, what I am ever going to do with my dear readers. I know you are out there &#8230; wondering where the next part of the story is (what happend after I met my husband). [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Darcy</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-818</link>
		<dc:creator>Darcy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 15:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.</p>
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		<title>By: Ladies, leave the men who need tweaking alone &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-794</link>
		<dc:creator>Ladies, leave the men who need tweaking alone &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 19:29:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] There is much more to this story but now you know How I Met My Husband. He&#8217;s a very good man, and I love him dearly. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] There is much more to this story but now you know How I Met My Husband. He&#8217;s a very good man, and I love him dearly. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-742</link>
		<dc:creator>I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 15:24:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] How I met my husband [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Abbey normal maladies &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-741</link>
		<dc:creator>Abbey normal maladies &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 15:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Before I continue with the story of How I Met My Husband, I wanted to share another photo of progress on the Mystery Project &#8230; nearly done now. Notice the buttons? This weekend I was gifted with even more vintage buttons from another lady from our church. She heard I had a thing for buttons and had recently paid $1 each for three vintage buttons at a local yarn store. She brought two bags stuffed with canisters, jars, a couple of bags, and a box full, brimming with buttons of every variety imaginable. Most are vintage, some are antique; all are dear to me. Her name is Winnie. She is a tiny little powerhouse about four feet tall and weighing maybe ninety pounds or something, somewhere in her mid-eighties, I believe. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Before I continue with the story of How I Met My Husband, I wanted to share another photo of progress on the Mystery Project &#8230; nearly done now. Notice the buttons? This weekend I was gifted with even more vintage buttons from another lady from our church. She heard I had a thing for buttons and had recently paid $1 each for three vintage buttons at a local yarn store. She brought two bags stuffed with canisters, jars, a couple of bags, and a box full, brimming with buttons of every variety imaginable. Most are vintage, some are antique; all are dear to me. Her name is Winnie. She is a tiny little powerhouse about four feet tall and weighing maybe ninety pounds or something, somewhere in her mid-eighties, I believe. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Making amends and freaking out &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-697</link>
		<dc:creator>Making amends and freaking out &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 14:43:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] It has been made clear to me by certain readers that I must keep up the pace in telling the tale of How I Met My Husband. There are a few more layers to this tale, and I hope you will allow me to tell the story well rather than rushing through to the punch line. The interest in the story and the stories others have been sharing with me of their own lives and realizations is very encouraging. Thank you all, so much. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] It has been made clear to me by certain readers that I must keep up the pace in telling the tale of How I Met My Husband. There are a few more layers to this tale, and I hope you will allow me to tell the story well rather than rushing through to the punch line. The interest in the story and the stories others have been sharing with me of their own lives and realizations is very encouraging. Thank you all, so much. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: The Finger Lakes of New York &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-643</link>
		<dc:creator>The Finger Lakes of New York &#171; I live on a farm &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:01:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Hmm, now where was I in the story of How I Met My Husband &#8230; oh, yes I remember now. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Hmm, now where was I in the story of How I Met My Husband &#8230; oh, yes I remember now. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Julie</title>
		<link>http://scrumptiousliving.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/how-i-met-my-husband/#comment-642</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 12:26:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice beginning to your story!  I look forward to hearing/reading more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice beginning to your story!  I look forward to hearing/reading more.</p>
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