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 <title>Love Hurts</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 14 July 2009 </pubDate>
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In April, Kristin and I celebrated our 5th anniversary.  Well, I say 4th because every guy knows that you&apos;re not officially dating until your girlfriend injures you and you don&apos;t get mad.  For me, it was a busted lip.  Either way, we both knew it was a momentous occasion.  She felt it was a testament of the commitment we have to each other and I felt it was a miracle - she wasn&apos;t in prison, and I was still alive.
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 <title>Control Freak</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2009 </pubDate>
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Electrical tape.  Check.
Scotch tape. Check. Foil. Check.
Looking at this list, one would think I was building a 6thgrade 
science fair project.  But these things were needed to maintain 
the remote control in the Davis household.  When my brother and 
I were watching TV, there were two rules:
Rule #1: You could watch whatever you want if you had the remote.  
Rule #2: The remote could not be seized by brute force out of the other&apos;s hand, but only by a skillful, stealthy grab.
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 <title>A Step Slow and A Shade Too White</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 24 March 2009 </pubDate>
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 <description>With his head slightly bowed, he looked up 		  at me like an old man peering over his glasses. 
 &quot;Ahh. 		   
 Excuse Me?&quot;
 &quot;Yes?&quot;
 But I had already known before I asked. His bed wasn&apos;t fluffed enough. So I get up, flip, rotate, smooth out, flap, and gently place down his bed. He walks over to it, inspecting the job I&apos;ve done, looking for anything that might need correcting, but it suffices for the moment. Then he decides to ruin all of the flipping, rotating, smoothing out, and flapping that I&apos;ve done by walking all over it.
 
 In circles.
 
 Over. And over again.
 
 &quot;Jerk.&quot; And that&apos;s Dozer, the prima donna pooch we rescued over 2 years ago.</description>
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