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		<title>Suck It Universe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When you begin the day by hitting your daughter in the face with the metal edge of her Razor scooter, you sorta expect that things can only get better. I mean, maiming your child has got to be the low point, right? That sort of thinking only leads to trouble because the Universe sees this as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2276</link>
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		<title>A New School Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Their backpacks are packed and sitting by the door. One is filled with colored pencils, a sketch book, a composition book, a toy for the class cockatiel and a flash drive. The other has nothing more than a pair of slippers and a change of clothes. Both have lunch boxes, each packed last night with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2260</link>
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		<title>Flush with Excitement</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Someday, if you endure enough sassiness and disrespect, whining and complaining, insults and outrage, then you might be rewarded with a conversation like this one: Me: Zeca, head upstairs and start getting ready for bed. Zeca(near tears): But MOM! You promised me that I could clean the toilets!  Me: You&#8217;re right, honey. I did. Okay, I will let [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2257</link>
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		<title>Dream Sequence: Sleepover with Sara Ramirez</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night, I had a dream that Luisa and I went home with Sara Ramirez. I&#8217;m not actually sure how this came to pass but we picked her up from the airport and we all went back to her apartment. This was obviously our first time there because we (and by &#8220;we&#8221;, I mean &#8220;I&#8221;) [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2253</link>
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		<title>So I Married an Epidemiologist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I pulled a t-shirt out of the dresser recently, I realized that my summer wardrobe is largely determined by the fact that my girlfriend is an epidemiologist. She gets a lot of t-shirts from events related to her work, so, I am a walking billboard for health issues. My chest screams &#8220;NO MAS!&#8221; and my back gives [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2245</link>
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		<title>Sibling Wars</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last evening was nearly perfect. The kids were in their rooms &#8211; one listening to a book on tape, the other playing quietly. I made dinner in the kitchen while listening to Mariza while making dinner and sipping a beer. We had a pleasant dinner together. No one complained about the food. No one argued. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fifteen Minutes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am full of words but I have only fifteen minutes to write. Fifteen minutes. I can do many things in that time&#8230;linger over a cup of coffee, listen to music, write an e-mail&#8230;but I cannot write you a story. A story requires that I stare for awhile. I need to hear the words and then sit back [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2237</link>
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		<title>Laura Wants to Know It Was Awesome</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hyperbole is one of my closest allies. I can take a simple moment and spin it to epic proportions. Sometimes, I do it to entertain. Sometimes, I do it because I think it’s expected of me. Sometimes, I do it because it’s easy. The past two posts were written for all of those reasons. I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2232</link>
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		<title>Eat Drink and Feel Scary</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I make some of my best decisions when I am hung over and/or sleep deprived. At least that’s what I think in the moment, a moment that is clearly filled with optimism of delusional proportions. Every idea is brilliant! My problems will be solved! It was in this very state that I decided to eat [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2218</link>
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		<title>Never Let Them See You Sweat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I arrived in New York for BlogHer and it was approximately 173 degrees. I was prepared, however. I had my shorts. I had my t-shirt. I had my short little socks and my short little hair. So, I was undaunted when Lesbian Dad suggested that we walk from the hotel, through Central Park to the Museum of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://uppoppedafox.com/?p=2202</link>
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