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	<title>A Woman's Woe</title>
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	<description>The Ups and Downs of a Modern Renaissance Woman</description>
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		<title>I should be a country singer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Friday night I performed a couple of songs accompanied by Guitar. One duet- hopelessly yours, Desperado, and Wind beneath my wings. There is something nice about singing a completely simple song adding a little more chest voice to my normally operatically trained voice. Then I got to thinking. I should go country!
Famous country singers are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=14&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/04/07/i-should-be-a-country-singer/</link>
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		<title>Spring Fever</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I announced that I canceled the final and my class cheered. The desire to be done with everything doesn&#8217;t change from student to teacher. My class preparation has gone from working a week in advance, to  the day before, to 6am the day of, 7 am the day of, and today I managed to prepare [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=13&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/spring-fever/</link>
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		<title>Vent</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today I made the choice to play a recording of an African American Slave singing a work song.  I was a little tentative since I wasn&#8217;t sure how the class was going to react. I have 57 students most from Idaho, Utah and only one student that is black (from L.A.).  So, I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=12&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/vent/</link>
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		<title>Utah&#8217;s Hidden Secret</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Just an FYI. For all of you that spend big money and fly to Utah to ski Park City, Snowbird, Alta, Canyons: All you are doing is waiting in line like you are at Disney Land. Great Skiing tucked away in the mountains can be found at Beaver Mountain. 40 minutes up Logan Canyon. I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=11&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/29/utahs-hidden-secret/</link>
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		<title>Making Soap</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One of my hobbies is making homemade soap. The recipe I got was from a person who for years did this as a profession. The following recipe makes the best all around bar. High lather, Hardness (so it lasts a long time) and super great moisturizing features. My husband use to cover his hands in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=10&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/29/making-soap/</link>
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		<title>The apple doesn&#8217;t fall far from the tree</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My father has always had quite the expressive mouth on him when things broke, or projects he was working on didn&#8217;t quite fit together. He has softened in his old age. However, living on two acres, he does all the yard work himself. While over at the house I have often walked outside in response [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=9&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/27/the-apple-doesnt-fall-far-from-the-tree/</link>
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		<title>Alex&#8217;s girlfriend Rebecca</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My four year old son loves his preschool friend Rebecca.
&#8220;Rebecca has the most beautiful hair!&#8221; &#8221; Oh Rebecca is my girlfriend!&#8221; &#8221; I kissed Rebecca&#8217;s hand today!&#8221; are just some of the things he has said at dinner time.
The other night he said, &#8220;Rebecca is going to ask her mom what her phone number is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=7&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/26/alexs-girlfriend-rebecca/</link>
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		<title>Always bring a sack lunch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After David and I married in my home town, we quickly ventured out to Indiana so that we could start our doctorates of music at Indiana University. Since both of us love to be outdoors, we packed a tent and stayed at KOA&#8217;s rather than hotels. The first drive was somewhere in Wyoming and it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=6&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/25/always-bring-a-sack-lunch/</link>
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		<title>Poop Story Number 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This happened while I was younger, probably as a high school student. My sister and I use to run all the time together about three times a week.So, one Sunday morning we went out for our usual jog. I kind of felt like I should try to go number 2 because that was custom for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=5&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/25/poop-story-number-1/</link>
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		<title>A Child&#8217;s Prayer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So, I am trying to teach my four year old son to pray to God. The night before Easter I said, &#8220;Its time to say a prayer.&#8221; His prayer consisted of, &#8220;Dear God, please bless the easter bunny will come tomorrow, Amen.&#8221;
I said, &#8220;Good Job,&#8221; but felt I needed to bestow the importance of gratitude. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=womanswoe.wordpress.com&blog=3267843&post=4&subd=womanswoe&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://womanswoe.wordpress.com/2008/03/25/a-childs-prayer/</link>
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