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Don't be alarmed.From now on, you can find me athttp://moveovermarypoppins.wordpress.comThis blog will stay live for a good long time, as I have some tweaking to do on the new site which will require this one stays put, but starting today, all new content will be over there.</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/06/drumroll-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-5191817708579653929</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T10:45:43.079-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laissez-Faire Living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suburban Eden</category><title>The Great Pumpkin; or Good Things Come from Neglect</title><atom:summary>Last fall, my Mom took Felix to her local garden store to pick out his Halloween Pumpkin.Yes. I know he's wearing the fire helmet backwards. He wasn't yet two. So?So, when I asked him if he wanted to cut out a face for his jack-o-lantern, he looked at me as though I'd suggested lopping off one of his limbs."I don't WANT you to cut it!" he yelled, indignant.Needless to say, we didn't have a </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-pumpkin-or-good-things-come-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/TAa2FvJaNlI/AAAAAAAAC5s/zKzt5sFsDQI/s72-c/IMG_3126.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-7406356132018702968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-02T09:19:01.952-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culinaria</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suburban Eden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home Improvement</category><title>Suburban Eden</title><atom:summary>I planted my first vegetable garden this summer. It is very likely that it's an overly ambitious first garden. I'm not good at reining myself in when it comes to new hobbies. I have four different types of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, pole beans, English peas, yellow squash, carrots, pumpkins, and lettuce and a full complement of herbs in containers (except the cilantro, which arrived later than</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/06/suburban-eden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/TAZZbhlp4_I/AAAAAAAAC5U/ZEfOuXUFasc/s72-c/IMG_3648.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-6890356709811003563</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T17:06:06.147-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><title>I Swear I Had a Legitimate Post for Today</title><atom:summary>That post? Lost forever in the swampy gray bits of my brain...So, to celebrate the albeit murky, thunderstormy first day of June, I give you cuteness in turtle jammies and sparkly flipflips!You're all very welcome!</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-swear-i-had-legitimate-post-for-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/TAV2EVbvIQI/AAAAAAAAC5E/7vdiqsdc3HA/s72-c/IMG_3637.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-5165829542319742206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T10:43:00.926-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Pancakes, Wind Turbines, Audiokinetics, &amp; Barbeque</title><atom:summary>Yesterday, we spent the day playing tourist in Cambridge and Boston, which is ironic, since we used to live and work there, and were somewhat mocking of the tourists. Turnabout is fair play and all that, I'm sure we were mocked at some point. I'm okay with that.I can't speak for Mark, but when I used to mock tourists, is was the gentle mocking reserved for family, because yes, they might be </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/pancakes-wind-turbines-audiokinetics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/TAPJJmSSnCI/AAAAAAAAC48/WNevYZ6TAZ4/s72-c/IMG_3639.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-4738408002077952299</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-29T21:33:23.069-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pugs</category><title>Eviction of the Fluffeh Bunnehs</title><atom:summary>Karma is coming to get me. But before it does, thanks to CaneWife of Three Pugs and a Baby for inspiring the title.A few nights ago I evicted five juvenile rabbits from their nest. In my defense it was a foot from Felix's sandbox. They are known carriers of parasites, disease and deer ticks. They are an obvious threat to my burgeoning vegetable garden.Their huge damp eyes and shivering paws as </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/eviction-of-fluffeh-bunnehs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-6798925723810097761</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T19:07:26.077-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends and Family</category><title>Memorial Day</title><atom:summary>Every spring, usually sometime between Mother's Day and Memorial Day, my Mom plants flowers at her mother's grave. Growing up, I often accompanied her. I would fetch water and help with the planting. My maternal grandmother passed away before I was born, so those trips helped me to forge a connection with her memory. She loved hyacinths, something I know from asking Mom about the engraving on her</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/TABK8GfbRxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/T1blCgDgJqw/s72-c/IMG_3632.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-3092624199711410427</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-27T19:21:53.464-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Carpet Bag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FUNemployment</category><title>Job!</title><atom:summary>Just when I was really gearing up for a summer of FUNemployment opportunities, a crazy thing happened.I got a job!I know, right? I'm going to have to change the text in my "About Me" widget.I'm going to start in two weeks nannying for a new family. We'll call them the Concords. They have two kids. Felix will be able to come to work with me. One of the perks is that we get to ease our way into the</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-600150368706520374</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-25T13:28:01.589-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>Clicking Publish</title><atom:summary>I have a whole lot of nothing to post about. Usually, when that's the case, I don't post. Of course, I've built up some momentum again in terms of posting regularly, and I like that. I've been at this for more than four years, and I think the five friends who initially read it are still with me. And then there are the couple people I don't even know who read here. Whoa.It's like a miracle, </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/clicking-publish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-8954450081018708290</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-22T23:06:54.049-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><title>Mama, Do You Need This One?</title><atom:summary>I don't know about other mothers of toddlers/preschoolers out there, but when I'm with Felix, I don't have a lot of privacy. He likes to "help" when I go to the bathroom, which means handing me toilet paper and flushing the toilet for me. He keeps me company while I dress. He follows me pretty much everywhere.This has also been the case with the three toddlers who preceded him. I tell people I </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/mama-do-you-need-this-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-2300599821783582241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-21T09:11:20.093-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends and Family</category><title>15 Years</title><atom:summary>Reunion2010-066Originally uploaded by Worcester Academy Alumni HouseI've blogged about my 15th Reunion in terms of my personal goals, but I neglected to mention what a truly wonderful time I had.Isn't it funny, at reunions, how you first see someone and you think, "Wow, they look so different!" Then five minutes later they're exactly the same as they were in high school? The bond, the love, </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/15-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/4623804195_9a2e227244_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-11069501945675519</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-20T23:35:55.972-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home Improvement</category><title>Big Boy Bed</title><atom:summary>Last Friday we made the transition from crib to bed, and I was, to say the least, apprehensive. I underestimated my little munchkin, not to mention my own parenting skills. I know how to transition. I've been there before, and the the tee shirt is old, stained, and holey.He took to it beautifully, even "helped" the delivery guys set it up (and by "helped," I mean he played with his GeoTraks on </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-boy-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/S_X9rQ43btI/AAAAAAAAC30/avVBcFDzh4s/s72-c/IMG_3608.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-8793761387679612968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-18T20:10:42.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Knight Errant</category><title>A Doctor's Word</title><atom:summary>I was talking with (okay, emailing with, but let's not split hairs) my Weight Watchers buddy today, and she told me a story about her doctor that got me thinking.As part of this whole love-my-body, self-care trip I'm on, I've been trying to go back and pinpoint when, and more importantly, why my relationship with food and my body image went wrong. It's a multifaceted issue, not one easily </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/doctors-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-8203588088145364000</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-18T08:57:00.329-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culinaria</category><title>Mustard-Pistachio Crusted Mahi-Mahi</title><atom:summary>Dinner on Sunday was so good, I just had to share.To begin with, I borrowed this  grilled brussells sprouts recipe from Lex at It's another blag on the intertruck. Yum, and fat free. Ironically, I'm trying to add a little olive oil into my days, since healthy fats are, you know, actually good for you. So, I added 2 teaspoons of olive oil in with the spices, after the microwave "blanching."The </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/mustard-pistachio-crusted-mahi-mahi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/S_HVGcS8-UI/AAAAAAAAC3E/VFtzFXdWr3I/s72-c/IMG_3600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-892135100210769398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-17T12:43:35.552-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hilarity</category><title>Homonymous</title><atom:summary>Due to the constant remodeling of our house, my husband's line of work, and the frightening grasp my 2 year old has on words, Felix can label a fair amount of carpentry and home improvement items that you don't find on Handy Manny.So, we're in Home Depot yesterday, buying tomato seedlings, cages, seeds, peat pots, stakes for marking deck footings, citronella torches for the backyard, and </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/homonymous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-3365952007950954541</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-16T09:45:01.723-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pugs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insanity</category><title>Screaming Breakfast Pug</title><atom:summary>A recent chat on Twitter revealed that our Maurice is not the only Pug who screams.Seriously. He screams. Like he's being stabbed.We're treated to this twice a day when it's feeding time, and then anytime we're riding in the car and we arrive. He screams to get out of the car.It gets me a lot of funny looks at the dog park.What does that woman do to her dog. Sheeesh. Someone call animal control..</atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5d7324102475d5df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/screaming-breakfast-pug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-1856715271472592051</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T22:51:29.809-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby on Board</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home Improvement</category><title>Felix's Nursery (with Bonus Video)</title><atom:summary>With all the home improvement posts I've done, I've never really posted much about the nursery. I am so very proud of it, too. I only realized this while I was mentally shuffling furniture around for his Big Boy Bed, which arrives tomorrow.I thought, Wow. I should take some pictures of the nursery before it's gone.My baby's not so much a baby anymore.When we were expecting, I thought about the </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6069b09a02dc3cb7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/felixs-nursery-with-bonus-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/S-yo1WkDL9I/AAAAAAAAC1k/-AIL1bm5F6Q/s72-c/House+11.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-3239895609866562636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-11T09:24:26.493-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pugs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insanity</category><title>Dog Beds: My Own Personal Brand of Insanity, Part II</title><atom:summary>The new bed lasted eight days.Eight. Days.They got mad at me for leaving them home after putting on my rain boots (which they associate with the muddy dog park--though that was not where I went on that occasion), and they shredded the zipper, leaving the batting exposed, vulnerable to further tomfoolery.They're sleeping peacefully on it as we speak. The exposed, unzipped bits have been sprayed </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/dog-beds-my-own-personal-brand-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/S-jaBRG9doI/AAAAAAAAC1c/Kp1wVZBy9XM/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-11+at+00.15.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-1724077736238972475</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-10T23:36:35.928-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Knight Errant</category><title>The Knight Errant, Just As I Am</title><atom:summary>I've tagged all my weight and body image posts with "Knight Errant" since I first broached the topic. I think that it's because I see myself, wandering through different attempts to work though my difficulties with food and eating and fitness, always wanting to prove that I am worth my ideal body, but ultimately not loving myself enough to follow through.from Wikipedia:A knight-errant (plural: </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/knight-errant-just-as-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-8838423551193822763</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 11:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T07:43:00.631-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Carpet Bag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rant</category><title>Hugs (Non) Receivable</title><atom:summary>Let me start with this question: Who could resist a hug from this kid?A few salient points: I nannied for the same kids over 10 years. Felix was with me for nearly 2 of those years. Mrs. Boss's Mother never really cared for how I did things, and was never more than cordial and often less than polite to me, and worse, dismissive toward my toddler. She stole my job in a well-played caregiver coup </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/hugs-non-receivable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmpwvpdEFMQ/S-McZhGnwBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/1SzjYU7lEFQ/s72-c/IMG_3443.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-8900059634601325591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-06T16:20:56.804-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Carpet Bag</category><title>You Can Visit, but You Can't Go Back</title><atom:summary>Did you know it's Marine Week in Boston? If so, you're one up on me.I drove into the city last night with Felix to see Big Brother J play Little League baseball, and to give Felix the opportunity to run around with O. The weather was scrumptious, the traffic awful, everything that is familiar about Boston in spring.What shocked me was coming up out of the parking garage under the Common to see </atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-can-visit-but-you-cant-go-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-3926700530413270641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-03T16:04:33.598-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not My First Time at the Toddler Rodeo</category><title>Blog Post, Interrupted: A Breakfast Tale</title><atom:summary>I fired up Blogger Dashboard this morning feeling al kinds of post-y (postal? no... that's wrong), but then life happened. Felix wanted yogurt for breakfast. Okay. He only likes lemon and vanilla yogurt, so I ask him which one."What kind of yogurt, sweet pea?""Reg-ler kind,""Which flavor is regular?" I ask. I am foolish sometimes, despite this not being my first time at the toddler rodeo."Reg-LER</atom:summary><link>http://rubysu87.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post-interrupted-breakfast-tale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cameron)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521607.post-4401468469383588450</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T16:39:01.694-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby on Board</category><title>BYOO-ah-ful Train</title><atom:summary>We live in a hotbed of suburban activity. Within five miles in every direction there are stores, malls, restaurants, schools, playgrounds, reservoirs, train tracks, MEMA, a fire station, library, hospital... and on and on.While I might pine for someplace a little more rural, Felix, at 2 1/2, thinks we live in Paradise itself. 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Golden retrievers dominated my childhood, though my Mom had an Irish Setter while I was in high school and college, and now they have a Golden and a mixed breed shelter dog. So, you know, big dogs. With hair. And licking. 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