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Our Little Bat!!</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uB8F1316Wns/TrbmHQV07RI/AAAAAAAAAII/QEgTyKOJj0M/s72-c/IMG_0125.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-5460129893800789030</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-03T22:06:34.945-04:00</atom:updated><title>After</title><atom:summary>Last night almost ended well. I told him that the decision to not get my pills was a dumb one, but that I'd been under pressure and hadn't had time to think it through.  This turned into a second fight about how I fail to take responsibility when I screw up.  We spent the rest of the night reading and went to sleep without another word. We spent another half an hour arguing this afternoon and </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/11/after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-5673824209224028176</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T21:07:41.516-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Greatest Birthday Ever</title><atom:summary>I've been through a tiny bit of hell this month. 

First, my Social Security benefits got cut in half because Pennsylvania stopped paying for my health insurance in June and they decided to take July, August, and September's premiums out of one check.  And let me remind you that I get less than nine hundred dollars to start with, so the remaining funds were meager, but still enough to pay my car </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/11/greatest-birthday-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2207140165912122460</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-16T21:03:59.491-04:00</atom:updated><title>Scarlet Begonias and a Touch of the Blues</title><atom:summary>When I was in 9th grade I met the other me, I guess you could call her my soul mate.  I don't know if they exist, but I know that if they do, she's mine.  She was a year younger than I was, but we were both old souls and Aquarians to boot, so we knew that things like age were unimportant in the grand scheme of things.  Initially she rubbed my then best-friend, Brooke, the wrong way, the same way </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/10/scarlet-begonias-and-touch-of-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-6751284437816552980</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T16:04:34.252-04:00</atom:updated><title>Melancholy Baby</title><atom:summary>Do your kids ever just break your heart into pieces without even noticing?

LM was asked to draw a picture of his family this week.  He drew his mom, his mom's boyfriend, his mom's boyfriend's daughter, and his dad.  He captioned it "Dad me Mom [pseudo-step-sister] and Dad," Notice who's missing?  Yep, that would be me.  And notice that he's calling his mom's boyfriend "Dad" when he's never </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/10/melancholy-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-3429707076352082216</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-18T00:35:59.824-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Ex - Updated!</title><atom:summary>
How do
you deal with an ever-present frustration in your life?  Mine's BF's
Ex-wife.

Since
our whole court debacle over where LM went to first grade, where she
won, she has become more and more of an overwhelming frustration.
 Immediately after our court case she tried to renege on the
transportation plan that she'd proposed to the judge and was questioned about
for an hour.  She also tried to </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/10/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Lansdale, PA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.2414952 -75.2837862</georss:point><georss:box>40.2172542 -75.3232682 40.265736200000006 -75.24430419999999</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2278943346768087515</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T15:52:57.832-04:00</atom:updated><title>LM's Halloween Costume 2010</title><atom:summary /><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/10/lms-halloween-costume-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kogyslF1PpE/To4G-1pRJHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7chHfQjh0Dw/s72-c/%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%252522%25C3%25B7%25E2%2589%25A5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2096570454665925605</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T15:54:36.746-04:00</atom:updated><title>Owwwie!!</title><atom:summary>Something's wrong with my eye. Feels like a corneal abrasion or something like that.  It's watering like crazy and it's hard to open.  It started bothering me around two o'clock. By six, when BF came home, I was laying on the couch, nose running, eyes tightly closed trying to...I dunno, disappear, I guess. BF saved the day though.  He had vision correction surgery a few years ago and had steroid </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/10/owwwie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2148828625956937641</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T23:32:37.039-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lupus Sucks!</title><atom:summary>Yes friends, it's that time of year once again, time for the Lupus Loop.  Our team will be walking/jogging/running (ha!) the 2.5 miles of the loop in Fairmount Park on October 30th.  Last time we did it it was a blast, lots of fun for everyone and we raised tons of money for a very good cause.  I'd love for any of my readers to join team Lupus Sucks! But if you can't I totally understand.  And no</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/09/lupus-sucks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-471389035672880379</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T19:11:03.925-04:00</atom:updated><title>Low.</title><atom:summary>I'm feeling very low.  It sucks.  I suppose the only upside to it is that I can easily recognize why I'm down and all of the factors that have lead up to this point.  That doesn't seem to help though, I'm still sad about all of it, angry at a good portion of it, and downright pissed off at a bit.  And I don't know how to resolve any of that for myself, so I figured that writing about it here </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/09/low.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-4295933607279510244</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-20T18:53:16.241-04:00</atom:updated><title>Going Password Protected</title><atom:summary>So in the next week or so I'll be going to a password protected format because of student-teaching in the fall.  There's plenty of stuff on here that it would be inappropriate for my students to know, so I figure that that's the best solution.  So, email me at rachel.educatedguess@gmail.com if you'd like to keep on reading and I'll send you an invitation to read the blog.  You'll have to sign up </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-password-protected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-7583582863041876204</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-08T09:06:30.040-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tids 'n' Bits</title><atom:summary>Life's been kinda hectic for the last couple of months.At the end of April I finally miscarried.  It was awful and no one warned me how awful it was going to be at all.  Cramps were waking me up through all of the early morning hours, but just enough to be able to get right back to sleep.  Around 7am they got worse and I was driftingly sort-kinda asleep until 9am when they started to be much more</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/06/tids-n-bits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-8499110535512551263</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2011 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-11T11:08:53.367-04:00</atom:updated><title>Worries</title><atom:summary>       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/04/worries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-8867685946158425186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-31T22:02:36.063-04:00</atom:updated><title>Untitled</title><atom:summary>Well I must say it’s been quite a week.  I’d been feeling…well, off, I guess. Just strange.  Even for someone with as many issues as I do.  Lots of little things that all added up to one big one.  After two years without a period, I had several days of menstrual-like cramping mid-January, followed by nothing, no period, not even spotting.  Usually a night owl, I found myself tired enough to go to</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-1913347336337688647</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T11:40:22.080-04:00</atom:updated><title>Best Vacation Ever</title><atom:summary>       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	</atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-vacation-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-358334643658575781</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T17:44:54.252-05:00</atom:updated><title>I know. It’s been a while.</title><atom:summary>I keep sitting down and starting to write, getting halfway through it, getting distracted and then when I come back to it it’s no longer relevant.  So, I’m going to try to write what I want in the next half hour before I start dinner, hopefully I will succeed.  I’m not even going to look at the date on my last entry and try to catch you up, just a few choice details.A year of monthly chemo has </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2201795705413598982</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-16T14:33:47.533-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ani DiFranco - Amendment (Live)</title><atom:summary /><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/11/ani-difranco-amendment-live.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-2735985529450824047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T17:49:30.610-05:00</atom:updated><title>In which I feel sorry for myself...</title><atom:summary>One of the biggest problems that I have is boredom.  It's overwhelming at times.  Over the last few years I've lost the ability to schedule anything and with that has gone most of the activities that I used to enjoy.  I haven't been able to work in...god, it's been years now.  I just managed to graduate from college; I'm thankful that I'm able to manage A's despite my frequent absences.  Lately </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-which-i-feel-sorry-for-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-8654089605853059129</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T16:19:12.422-04:00</atom:updated><title>Finally.</title><atom:summary>


All of last week I was waiting...and waiting...and waiting.  I had taken five days of medroxyprogesterone to try to induce a period so that we could start with the fertility drugs.  I took the last pill Tuesday.  Wednesday, no period.  Thursday, no period. Friday, no period.  

Saturday, BF and I were leaving for a trip to Hershey Park, which is about two hours from our home, with the little </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6ZeJHZhlSU/SiXxP3ox2SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sX2dUY29VGw/s72-c/Photo+30.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-8097325422089184653</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-20T14:20:48.468-04:00</atom:updated><title>Huzzah!</title><atom:summary>They didn't total my car!  In fact, it's in the shop right now being put back together.It was so nice to get the call yesterday.  And now I have a nice rental car, so I'm not trapped; I can go out during the day and do whatever I want.  And I'll have my own car back soon (hopefully).BF and I had a nice little date last night.  Dinner was okay, but the restaurant had let a group of seventy-five </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/05/huzzah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-8789472938208003441</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-18T22:56:50.516-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Poor Car</title><atom:summary>Yesterday evening, at ten o'clock, a middle-aged Vietnamese man drove his silver Sienna mini-van into the rear driver's side of my Jetta, crushing a good portion of the rear of my car and completely destroying the rear axle.  I was no where near the car at the time of the accident.  I was sitting on my couch watching TV and my car was parked, perfectly legally, on the street. We only found out </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-poor-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729893415017616341.post-4501607971691051966</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-15T18:20:05.422-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lonesome</title><atom:summary>When I was a teenager I was surrounded by friends.  They were mostly of the outcast, drinking, and smoking variety, ungrounded, no jobs or big ambitions.  Thats not to say that a few of us went on to bigger and better things, but some of them barely made it out of high school.  So there are a couple of things that started to distance us.  The first was the death of my best friend Colin.  Sitting </atom:summary><link>http://an-educated-guess.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rachel Suzanne)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

