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	<title>Comments on: So about this thing Sunday&#8230;</title>
	<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/</link>
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		<title>By: Reality Me &#187; Shindig - Heading to ATs</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-2598</link>
		<author>Reality Me &#187; Shindig - Heading to ATs</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:23:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] Today we are joining the AtomicTumor gang for festivities in Oak Ridge. Looking forward to putting faces to bloggers! We are heading over around 3pm. I don&#8217;t expect my crowd to last terribly long.      Comments below ad. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Today we are joining the AtomicTumor gang for festivities in Oak Ridge. Looking forward to putting faces to bloggers! We are heading over around 3pm. I don&#8217;t expect my crowd to last terribly long.      Comments below ad. [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By: Cathy</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-2599</link>
		<author>Cathy</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2006 17:27:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>While deciding what to take yesterday, I realized that all my potluck dessert recipes involve cool whip.  Sorry.  I blame the south.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While deciding what to take yesterday, I realized that all my potluck dessert recipes involve cool whip.  Sorry.  I blame the south.</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-2604</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>heh.
Yeah, I don't think I've ever been to a potluck that didn't have something Cool-whippy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>heh.<br />
Yeah, I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve ever been to a potluck that didn&#8217;t have something Cool-whippy.</p>
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		<title>By: Reality Me &#187; We met! We talked! We had fun!</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-2613</link>
		<author>Reality Me &#187; We met! We talked! We had fun!</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 18:17:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] Cathy and I have no social life now-a-days. Blame it on managing 5 children&#8217;s schedules, lack of money, or my constant working if you will but basically we have not created much opportunity for adult conversation. Yesterday we broke our mold and went to Atomic Tumor&#8217;s party and had an absolutely wonderful time! The crowd was very comfortable, the food excellent, the conversation fun, the children played hard and were happy among new friends, the very pleasant teenagers eagerly watched the younger children, and there was much laughter. There was at least one &#34;small world&#34; event (I met you in 2000!) and it resulted in some throwing of fire. Cathy has links to the exhausted children and others. The only noted damage appears to be the two youngest children ended up with fevers. Build those immune systems! Thank again to Atomic Tumor et al! [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Cathy and I have no social life now-a-days. Blame it on managing 5 children&#8217;s schedules, lack of money, or my constant working if you will but basically we have not created much opportunity for adult conversation. Yesterday we broke our mold and went to Atomic Tumor&#8217;s party and had an absolutely wonderful time! The crowd was very comfortable, the food excellent, the conversation fun, the children played hard and were happy among new friends, the very pleasant teenagers eagerly watched the younger children, and there was much laughter. There was at least one &quot;small world&quot; event (I met you in 2000!) and it resulted in some throwing of fire. Cathy has links to the exhausted children and others. The only noted damage appears to be the two youngest children ended up with fevers. Build those immune systems! Thank again to Atomic Tumor et al! [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By: Reality Me &#187; This Big Small World</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-5818</link>
		<author>Reality Me &#187; This Big Small World</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 15:59:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/15/so-about-this-thing-sunday/#comment-5818</guid>
					<description>[...] Six years ago Cathy and I walked through West Town Mall. We had a wonderful store called The World of Knowledge. Outside an employee was playing with devil sticks. I borrowed them, showed off, and gave some advice. Apparently she remembered, because six years later we met again at Atomic Tumor&#8217;s party and she pointed saying, &#34;ow ow ow! I know you!&#34;. It was a good moment. Now she is in the hospital and holding onto life by a thread. nurses are telling me that her vitals canâ€™t support life for long, that I told my 9 year old son as lightly as I could that his mother might die, that, despite HOW HARD I TRY NOT TO I canâ€™t help figureing out how Iâ€™d word her obiturary on this stupid web page because I might just need to, I start to break down. [Source] [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Six years ago Cathy and I walked through West Town Mall. We had a wonderful store called The World of Knowledge. Outside an employee was playing with devil sticks. I borrowed them, showed off, and gave some advice. Apparently she remembered, because six years later we met again at Atomic Tumor&#8217;s party and she pointed saying, &quot;ow ow ow! I know you!&quot;. It was a good moment. Now she is in the hospital and holding onto life by a thread. nurses are telling me that her vitals canâ€™t support life for long, that I told my 9 year old son as lightly as I could that his mother might die, that, despite HOW HARD I TRY NOT TO I canâ€™t help figureing out how Iâ€™d word her obiturary on this stupid web page because I might just need to, I start to break down. [Source] [&#8230;]</p>
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