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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAEQ3s8eip7ImA9WhRQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209</id><updated>2011-12-07T19:25:02.572-08:00</updated><category term="pretty makeup clothes" /><category term="hobbies" /><category term="reading" /><category term="vacation pay travel" /><category term="introduction" /><category term="Starbucks" /><category term="ballet" /><category term="NJ" /><category term="Cup" /><category term="profession" /><category term="trip" /><category term="Seattle's Best" /><category term="Coffee" /><category term="Red" /><category term="travel" /><category term="New Jersey" /><category term="restrooms" /><category term="ifigenia" /><category term="Appllo" /><category term="78" /><category term="dance" /><category term="painting" /><category term="road" /><category term="Logo" /><category term="teresa de la parra" /><category term="restaurants" /><title>MODERN IFIGENIA</title><subtitle type="html">These are the meandering thoughts of a smart and competent woman with much to say and nowhere to say it.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ModernIfigenia" /><feedburner:info uri="modernifigenia" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAEQ3szfSp7ImA9WhRQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-8041949691664392484</id><published>2011-12-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:25:02.585-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-07T19:25:02.585-08:00</app:edited><title>SEX and FURRY</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/8041949691664392484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=8041949691664392484" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/8041949691664392484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/8041949691664392484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/CM_M845X8Gs/sex-and-furry.html" title="SEX and FURRY" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">One of the things that has really bothered my friends has been my inability to be angry at my husband. I have lost so much to his decision to choose to continue to drink that I should hate him. I couldn't though, I have accomplished so much in the last nine years, I don't think I could have made those accomplishments on my own. I also felt a little guilty for giving a sick man the ability to walk
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hvb8ULWSNpI1-cmHeux6wxbysW8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hvb8ULWSNpI1-cmHeux6wxbysW8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/CM_M845X8Gs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sex-and-furry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBQn4yeyp7ImA9WhRRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-3024501239235053489</id><published>2011-11-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:27:33.093-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T20:27:33.093-08:00</app:edited><title>THE TROUBLE WITH SEX</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/3024501239235053489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=3024501239235053489" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3024501239235053489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3024501239235053489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/zNonsExyLZA/trouble-with-sex.html" title="THE TROUBLE WITH SEX" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Since my husband moved out I have been struggling to find a suitable sexual partner. I have not been looking for romance or a relationship, just a sexual partner. I have now come to learn that being with an alcoholic really ruins your self esteem a lot. I was once someone who was relatively uninhibited and not ashamed of my body. My ex-husband loved that he didn't have to have sex only in the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h-D6fIkvMV9qhpDvxlvDC1DiGRM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h-D6fIkvMV9qhpDvxlvDC1DiGRM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/zNonsExyLZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/11/trouble-with-sex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDR3o6eyp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-6458023778030025890</id><published>2011-11-07T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:11:16.413-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T10:11:16.413-08:00</app:edited><title>WHY AM I ATTRACTING THESE PEOPLE?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/6458023778030025890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=6458023778030025890" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/6458023778030025890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/6458023778030025890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/Hp2OLaeYLkc/why-am-i-attracting-these-people.html" title="WHY AM I ATTRACTING THESE PEOPLE?" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I had a discussion with an old friend about his experiences post divorce. I talked about how difficult it was to find people who are single, period. He explained that his experience was different. The moment he began his divorce process lots of single younger women just kept making themselves available. To this day, he has no idea what he did, but somehow that was the group of people that were
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LY66y8yAqlWcCJzVaQqGoCSHzOY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LY66y8yAqlWcCJzVaQqGoCSHzOY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/Hp2OLaeYLkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-am-i-attracting-these-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGRHw_eip7ImA9WhdaFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-3909090628066632305</id><published>2011-10-26T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:30:25.242-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T10:30:25.242-07:00</app:edited><title>TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ALL THE TIME</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/3909090628066632305/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=3909090628066632305" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3909090628066632305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3909090628066632305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/-100LQKPRck/take-care-of-yourself-all-time.html" title="TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ALL THE TIME" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I look back at some of my postings that came immediately after my husband left and realize how naive I have been about this process. Since then, I have learned that this is in fact a "process" and there is no rushing it. I really thought I would be over this by now, but every once in a while I just start to cry. Because my life just wasn't getting "fixed" fast enough, I thought I was doing 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2J35mtheWN1lmvOG2_ed-ORs534/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2J35mtheWN1lmvOG2_ed-ORs534/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/-100LQKPRck" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-care-of-yourself-all-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQXo6eip7ImA9WhZbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-4296514452570502231</id><published>2011-06-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:43:00.412-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-14T17:43:00.412-07:00</app:edited><title>Au Revoir Naches</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/4296514452570502231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=4296514452570502231" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/4296514452570502231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/4296514452570502231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/YKYRZ5eAXEM/au-revoir-naches.html" title="Au Revoir Naches" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">As I deal with the divorce, I am increasingly becoming aware of how severe my husband's alcoholism was. He wasn't disfunctional, but that is in the end how our marriage came to an end. I told him that I couldn't bring kids into a household if he didn't address his drinking problem and he said fine. He would rather be single anyways. This guy wanted to have kids ever since we met. Every kiddy 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PyTQIh_1mhqU-ABCpYrHQjwQW5o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PyTQIh_1mhqU-ABCpYrHQjwQW5o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/YKYRZ5eAXEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/06/au-revoir-naches.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCQno4fyp7ImA9WhZUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-3034961526229295285</id><published>2011-06-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:37:43.437-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-03T21:37:43.437-07:00</app:edited><title>Caballo Viejo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/3034961526229295285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=3034961526229295285" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3034961526229295285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/3034961526229295285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/GAmePg96bFw/caballo-viejo.html" title="Caballo Viejo" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There is an old Venezuelan folk song called "Caballo Viejo." It is about how no matter how old a horse is, he can still fall passionately in love. I don't know what that has to do with anything. I just know I feel like an old horse...wasted away...ugly...unsexy...unlovable. How can it be so painful to have someone so parasitic leave your life?I don't mean parasitic in an intentional way. There is
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/keNdW59MOx7CfD0UiUKqNLxx_uM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/keNdW59MOx7CfD0UiUKqNLxx_uM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/GAmePg96bFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/06/caballo-viejo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMRXo6fSp7ImA9WhZVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-5106862320189072953</id><published>2011-05-30T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:31:24.415-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-30T15:31:24.415-07:00</app:edited><title>"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life."</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/5106862320189072953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=5106862320189072953" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/5106862320189072953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/5106862320189072953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/FUpgY26-7Mk/its-something-unpredictable-but-in-end.html" title="&quot;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.&quot;" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I am slowly coming to terms with my divorce. It is a really difficult thing to do. Over the years, I have worked incredibly hard to accomplish both of our goals...everything he has wanted, I have managed to provide for him...and just as we were approaching solvency (which was my goal), he bailed. I acquired second and third jobs so that he can have the things he wanted to have. It never 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwoEdcAdSJ7cdgJxPW9d36vuvEk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwoEdcAdSJ7cdgJxPW9d36vuvEk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/FUpgY26-7Mk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-something-unpredictable-but-in-end.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRXw-eCp7ImA9WhdaFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-6054597823092482823</id><published>2011-05-23T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:29:54.250-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T10:29:54.250-07:00</app:edited><title>A NEW DAY IN IFIGENIA'S LIFE</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/6054597823092482823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=6054597823092482823" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/6054597823092482823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/6054597823092482823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/D_VB_n5sG3A/new-day-in-ifigenias-life.html" title="A NEW DAY IN IFIGENIA'S LIFE" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So finally, after 8 years of marriage, my husband and I are calling it quits. It has been a tough road. He comes from a family of alcoholics and refuses to do anything about his own drinking problem. He's an otherwise good guy, I haven't imagined my life without him and it is weird doing that. I also think he is the closest I could ever come to finding that perfect partner, but alas, it was not 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VRoiBhJXWuYFBDODaijTI9rGlJA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VRoiBhJXWuYFBDODaijTI9rGlJA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/D_VB_n5sG3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-day-in-ifigenias-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYERH88fyp7ImA9WhZQGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-1133102168397448234</id><published>2011-04-27T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:25:05.177-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-27T15:25:05.177-07:00</app:edited><title>WHAT PRESENCE OF "BIRTHERS" TELLS US ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO TRULY BELONG IN AMERICA</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/1133102168397448234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=1133102168397448234" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/1133102168397448234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/1133102168397448234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/uKxWe2sWGPk/what-presence-of-birthers-tells-us.html" title="WHAT PRESENCE OF &quot;BIRTHERS&quot; TELLS US ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO TRULY BELONG IN AMERICA" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It appears Trump has been satisfied with the long form of President Barak Obama's birth certificate. I guess the various affirmations and certifications from Hawaii's officers that he was in fact born in Hawaii were not enough. Trump may be satisfied, but the rest of the birthers are not. Frankly, they never will be. Fundamentally, they are not so much concerned with whether he was born or not 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vof72MG54Z4maVWvVmrhpCaU9fM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vof72MG54Z4maVWvVmrhpCaU9fM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/ALXO4S3rJ6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-god-for-cherry-blossoms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGRn85eip7ImA9Wx9VFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-2452688731316542673</id><published>2011-02-01T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:52:07.122-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T15:52:07.122-08:00</app:edited><title>LITTLE TESTS</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/2452688731316542673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=2452688731316542673" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/2452688731316542673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/2452688731316542673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/TNZS9NoNFr0/little-tests.html" title="LITTLE TESTS" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So one of my new year's resolutions was to not purchase makeup...(I did set aside a small "emergency" fund). So far I have been good, but as the Spring approaches, the free gift with purchases keep popping up. There is so much temptation. I wonder how much more I can keep this up. please keep your fingers crossed for me.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GPPFaMO1x3k2bxSRklemM_Q439A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GPPFaMO1x3k2bxSRklemM_Q439A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/TcVESB1MYLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-thoughts-for-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIARH0ycCp7ImA9Wx9QF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-2439923817169466525</id><published>2010-12-30T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:25:45.398-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T10:25:45.398-08:00</app:edited><title>COST OF DRESSING</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/2439923817169466525/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=2439923817169466525" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/2439923817169466525?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/2439923817169466525?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/MBMXZEi7SBc/cost-of-dressing.html" title="COST OF DRESSING" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is my last "Cost of Dressing" post for the year. I could've waited until tomorrow where I would surprise you with my free new year's eve celebration attire...but I'd rather be sleeping or partying instead of typing. Nothing personal.SHOES: $15.00PANTS: $7.00T-SHIRT: $24.00BRA: FREEUNDERWEAR: FREETOTAL: $46.00
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-sSA7DxOrQkrR6wxRijp1SG0XHw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-sSA7DxOrQkrR6wxRijp1SG0XHw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~4/SC6YMr9iSVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/2010/10/cost-of-dressing_22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cESH07cSp7ImA9Wx5UFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1722983627959686209.post-5667810850335653467</id><published>2010-10-19T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:43:29.309-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-19T18:43:29.309-07:00</app:edited><title>LONGING FOR DUBLIN</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://modernifigenia.blogspot.com/feeds/5667810850335653467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1722983627959686209&amp;postID=5667810850335653467" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/5667810850335653467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1722983627959686209/posts/default/5667810850335653467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ModernIfigenia/~3/Hap-x80CVq4/longing-for-dublin.html" title="LONGING FOR DUBLIN" /><author><name>Modern Ifigenia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXcP8JMifLA/TL5IZdrtqtI/AAAAAAAABJg/fPchM9vPWDM/s72-c/121.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Wishing I could go back to Dublin. There's nothing like having a rich cup of alcohol-filled coffee, in the middle of a cold and foggy city, in the dead of winter. The cathedrals are cool too. Do you think they'd mind if I sat here in St. Patrick's Cathedral to have my drink?
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