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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-6700821565392687419</id><published>2008-03-22T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:04:41.585-04:00</updated><title type="text">La Cucharocha</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/03/la-cucharocha.html" title="La Cucharocha" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=6700821565392687419" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6700821565392687419" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6700821565392687419" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Ewwww!!! Serenity and I were at Dollar General. News to you: cat litter and nite lite bulbs are cheaper there. We were just walking along and smelling all the candles when this gigantic cockroach scurries right in front of my three year old's shoe. I jumped back and she started to freak out. I admit I got the heebie jeebies too. I explained to her that there was nothing to be afraid of that it &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-4845788185620406421</id><published>2008-02-07T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:48:57.554-05:00</updated><title type="text">The Gay Test: Teri Hatcher.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/02/gay-test-teri-hatcher.html" title="The Gay Test: Teri Hatcher." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=4845788185620406421" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4845788185620406421" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4845788185620406421" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Well as of yet my four year old is not gay. We were looking through a magazine for summer collage pictures. He cut out a picture and handed it to me saying "woohoo". I turned over the paper surprised by the photo. I was expecting a toy or some giant cartoon character but instead it was a slinky picture of Teri Hatcher from Desperate Housewives. I asked him if he liked the picture of the lady and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-1400662310691501437</id><published>2008-02-05T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:15:13.351-05:00</updated><title type="text">Loss Prevention</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/02/loss-prevention.html" title="Loss Prevention" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=1400662310691501437" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1400662310691501437" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1400662310691501437" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">I was driven to tears this weekend when I saw a very courteous, well mannered man resort to stealing for survival. He didn't steal booze or electronics like most people would assume. This desperate man stole a sandwich. We're not talking a hot oven toasted meat lovers meal. He took, seemingly shamed, a crappy ham sandwich on soggy bread. It was 30 degrees outside and he was dressed barely &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-3416658501361123670</id><published>2008-02-04T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:45:48.930-05:00</updated><title type="text">Can Boys Wear Make up?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/02/can-boys-wear-make-up.html" title="Can Boys Wear Make up?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=3416658501361123670" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3416658501361123670" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3416658501361123670" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">I had a terrible headache but felt guilty when both my adorable little angels were visiting me while I was sprawled in bed. They kept coming in to check on me and charming me with their cheesy jokes and heart melting smiles. I knew they were bored but lacked the energy to get out of bed and play with them. They were being so sweet that I just could not ignore them. I had them pile on the bed with&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-3082012392419634295</id><published>2008-02-04T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:37:24.157-05:00</updated><title type="text">Calgon Take Me Away</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/02/calgon-take-me-away.html" title="Calgon Take Me Away" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=3082012392419634295" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3082012392419634295" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3082012392419634295" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Sometimes it is necessary for moms to take a timeout too! This was quite the case the other night so I decided to take a hot bath to escape for a moment. Hoping this would be a "Calgon take me away " break it was quite the opposite- but hey I'm used to it. Anyways My three year old son somehow is clever enough to unlock the door now. He kept coming in while I was trying to shave and he was full &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-7859402419265134383</id><published>2008-01-29T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:33:46.537-05:00</updated><title type="text">PCOS</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/01/pcos.html" title="PCOS" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=7859402419265134383" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7859402419265134383" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7859402419265134383" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Isn't it ironic? For those of you who have been following this journey there's yet another ironic twist. I've recently been diagnosed with PCOS. Which means I have tons of cysts on my ovaries;  basically the reason for my major physical and mental issues since puberty. I just about cracked up when the doctor told me that I had elevated male hormones in my body. Turns out I now have to take the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-3206087239218913925</id><published>2008-01-15T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:30:06.514-05:00</updated><title type="text">Dumpster Diving!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/01/dumpster-diving.html" title="Dumpster Diving!!!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=3206087239218913925" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3206087239218913925" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3206087239218913925" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">So it has come down to this. You can get some sort of idea about how chaotic things are around here now. Last night Beth comes in the room frantically looking for her medication. As she stands there glaring at me in the kitchen I am hunting and searching under tense supervision. I promise I did not throw them away. However we reluctantly go out to the full dumpsters on trash night, scrambling to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-4318911977110577299</id><published>2008-01-05T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:19:46.238-05:00</updated><title type="text">Her wife is back!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2008/01/her-wife-is-back.html" title="Her wife is back!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=4318911977110577299" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4318911977110577299" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4318911977110577299" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Sorry it's been a while since I've blogged. Things have become more chaotic and time consuming around here. There's always something and honestly I just don't seem to have many quiet moments to write like I had before. Chance is off to school everyday and Serenity is not content to just hang out while I write. Nap times have become kind of a joke around here now.
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OMG! I just watched the sweetest, most romantic movie ever. Yes, I just saw the 1970 classic Love Story, with Ali MacGraw and Ryan O'Neal. Whew-hoo, Is he ever so yummy? This is one of those films that every one knows and has talked about forever. I was just a little slow in watching it. Though a timeless tale I think it was a little before my time.
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-2069598300347052040</id><published>2007-09-24T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:48:05.809-04:00</updated><title type="text">Open House</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/09/open-house.html" title="Open House" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=2069598300347052040" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/2069598300347052040" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/2069598300347052040" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Well I kind of forgot until this morning that tonight is the big open house at the school. Our first one. I am not that thrilled to go but Chance keeps begging me. Besides exhausted, I'm not sure how Beth will feel after an incredibly long work day. This is the thing.  This is yet another public event where we are suppose to represent the "family" in a place where half of the people "know" us and&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-7297280240792549059</id><published>2007-09-10T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:16:37.377-04:00</updated><title type="text">Grandparent Day</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/09/grandparent-day.html" title="Grandparent Day" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=7297280240792549059" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7297280240792549059" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7297280240792549059" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> I have to admit that I was a tad nervous today. Chance has started Kindergarten and to celebrate Grandparent Day the class was encouraged to invite grandparents to lunch. Being the loving, involved couple that they are, my in laws worked it out to join Chance for lunch. I was not sure what may come of this. Would there be other people there who "know" us talking to them? Would someone bring up &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-4382213923465547335</id><published>2007-09-10T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:05:34.560-04:00</updated><title type="text">Love Is A Family</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/09/love-is-family.html" title="Love Is A Family" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=4382213923465547335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4382213923465547335" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4382213923465547335" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Do you have an awkward time raising your child in an non-traditional home? I know that since we have embarked on this educational journey with our son in public school, I need all the help I can get. We borrowed this book from the library and to my surprise it had a little lesson in it to share.  This book was written by Roma Downey (yes, the lady from Touched By An Angel). This story is about a&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-9147719555818832825</id><published>2007-08-18T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:52:05.694-04:00</updated><title type="text">Firewalls</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/08/firewalls.html" title="Firewalls" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=9147719555818832825" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/9147719555818832825" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/9147719555818832825" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Oh, you're an actress Shannon, think fast! Um yeah "firewalls" that's it! Secure online passwords and such, yeah that's believable.  My wonderful in laws came over this morning to visit, brings over some goodies and take the kids out for a movie. Unfortunately the family computer that my father in law uses is out of order today. As the kids and grandma skedaddle outside to play my father in law &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-456274509329329138</id><published>2007-07-26T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:08:43.276-04:00</updated><title type="text">Isn't it Ironic, Don't Ya Think?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/07/isnt-it-ironic-dont-ya-think.html" title="Isn't it Ironic, Don't Ya Think?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=456274509329329138" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/456274509329329138" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/456274509329329138" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Mind you I write this from only my personal perspective. I see that my mother in law is always feeling she must compete with her sister and her sister's family. Her sister is affluent with two perfect examples of daughters that contribute above and beyond to society. Living their perfect lives following the book to a tee. My mother in law is not as equally affluent who's "son" in her eyes lives &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-6279457864918457088</id><published>2007-06-11T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:34:16.203-04:00</updated><title type="text">Children of Transgendered Parents</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/06/children-of-transgendered-parents.html" title="Children of Transgendered Parents" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=6279457864918457088" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6279457864918457088" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6279457864918457088" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">As time is drawing near for Chance to enter the public school system those around me seem to have a growing concern for his well being. People who know of our alternative family and our situation are asking if we are nervous and if we think it is fair for Chance to be subjected to the harassment he might likely face. I realize there is a curiosity from people so I've learned not to take offense. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-1463552329880840428</id><published>2007-05-30T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:07:25.856-04:00</updated><title type="text">Homeward Bound</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/05/homeward-bound.html" title="Homeward Bound" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=1463552329880840428" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1463552329880840428" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1463552329880840428" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Just like Chris Daughtry says "I'm coming home".  We just got back from sunny Southern California where I was born and raised. I hadn't been home in 4 years. I didn't know how homesick I was until I was surrounded by all that which was familiar. This time was a little different. Before we returned with little money, no car of our own and short on time. This go around we had planned and saved and&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-3078022842106393907</id><published>2007-04-03T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:16:25.581-04:00</updated><title type="text">Kindergarten Registration</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/04/kindergarten-registration.html" title="Kindergarten Registration" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=3078022842106393907" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3078022842106393907" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/3078022842106393907" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Tonight is the next step. We've nearly successfully made it through the year of preschool in this small, religiously conservative town without a hitch. Now on to the big leagues. We go tonight to register Chance for Kindergarten. I am quite nervous. Not about how he'll do, but rather the fact that in public school I cannot always protect him from bullying. I am slowly having to let him out into &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-7597000574120123718</id><published>2007-03-08T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:44:11.696-05:00</updated><title type="text">Are You Mocking Me?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/03/are-you-mocking-me.html" title="Are You Mocking Me?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=7597000574120123718" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7597000574120123718" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/7597000574120123718" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Childish? Yes, but funny? Maybe. What if all us spouses and partners carried around head shots of our transitioning other halves and when we notice someone staring we handed them a picture. Of course as we hand it out we say very politely " here for you, the picture lasts longer". Mean, cruel and immature, I know but don't thoughts like that ever run through your mind? Or what if you could run up&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-4103287959201898616</id><published>2007-03-08T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:33:29.708-05:00</updated><title type="text">Let the Shedding Begin</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/03/let-shedding-begin.html" title="Let the Shedding Begin" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=4103287959201898616" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4103287959201898616" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4103287959201898616" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Tick- Tock- Tick -Tock, still waiting. We were supposedly supposed to find results from the laser hair removal after this first treatment. Hmmm... Nearly $1300 later I see no shedding. It has now officially been a week. The prognostic time period for shedding of hair. Perhaps it's just shedding differently than I had pictured in my mind. I have pets and I know what shedding looks like. Maybe &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-8118094577209353917</id><published>2007-03-05T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:39:03.907-05:00</updated><title type="text">Marking an Anniversary</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/03/marking-anniversary.html" title="Marking an Anniversary" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=8118094577209353917" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/8118094577209353917" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/8118094577209353917" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Today was our anniversary. Nine years we've been working together as this super  team. Amazing that we are still best friends. I love Beth so much. Every year we mark together I feel victorious over all those who've doubted, tried to stand in our way and shamed us. I would never pick any other love than the one I have. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I never knew how strong we would&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-1497222110992934251</id><published>2007-03-01T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:18:11.080-05:00</updated><title type="text">Laser Electrology</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/03/laser-electrology.html" title="Laser Electrology" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=1497222110992934251" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1497222110992934251" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/1497222110992934251" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html">Zappo! Today's another milestone in our exciting and long  journey of transition. Beth goes today for her first laser electrology appointment. I'm not nervous and I'm not anxious. I'm really kind of excited for her. I just hope it doesn't hurt. What used to seem like a big deal has become another mundane step in the process. Last night she asked if I was kissing on her face as a farewell to the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-4552672594916248920</id><published>2007-02-22T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:08:08.435-05:00</updated><title type="text">Uneducated Dr. Keith</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/02/uneducated-dr-keith.html" title="Uneducated Dr. Keith" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=4552672594916248920" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4552672594916248920" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/4552672594916248920" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> I've said it before and I'll say it again. Why do they let uneducated people host talk shows where they can encourage others to pass judgement? It just drives me crazy when people pretend to be unbiased and non judgemental only to prove the opposite in every undertone. I never watch this show and I just happened to have the t.v. on this morning when this Dr. had on various gender transition &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22159415.post-6293740421474239717</id><published>2007-01-10T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:25:53.738-05:00</updated><title type="text">Party On!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://herwife.com/2007/01/party-on.html" title="Party On!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22159415&amp;postID=6293740421474239717" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/herwife" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6293740421474239717" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22159415/posts/default/6293740421474239717" /><author><name>Shannon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><content type="html"> Despite the suspense, last night was an overall success. It was Beth's big birthday and my in-laws came over to help us celebrate. Pretty low key and a festive family evening with one rockin' cake, Chance's DJ skills, Dominoes pizza and Chutes and Ladders. Sorry you weren't all invited to this impromptu shindig but so that you are not left out here's a snip it from one of the most interesting &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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