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	<title>Starts with an X</title>
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	<description>A great blog stuck in a bad blog&#039;s body</description>
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		<title>Forget Her Not</title>
		<description>Jake and I took a little stay-cation with Penny recently in Mt. Charleston. It's just 40 minutes from Vegas, but looks and feels like we boarded a plane, jumped on a snowmobile and hopped on a ski lift to get there. During a hot Vegas summer, that just means there are mountains there and no ...</description>
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		<title>People Who Have an OBVIOUS Favorite Child and a Well-Deserved Shout-Out</title>
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Have you ever been friends with someone for a long time on Facebook and decided one day that they have a very obvious favorite child? I can think of three chicks off the top of my head who have all but cropped the rest of their kids out of family photos ...</description>
		<link>http://www.startswithanx.com/?p=1577</link>
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		<title>Breakfast in Bed</title>
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I have a little joke I love to play on Jake from time to time. It happens on those mornings that I have to literally roll out of bed. Ya know, so the hard bang against the floor will do what the rooster setting on my alarm clock couldn't. On ...</description>
		<link>http://www.startswithanx.com/?p=1567</link>
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		<title>Taking the Non-Traditional Approach to the First Dance</title>
		<description>So, I've been thinking more and more about the "first dance" song for our wedding. The more I think about it, the more I think it's a ridiculous ritual. Why the hell do people want to spend three minutes and 45 seconds of their lives watching us rock back and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.startswithanx.com/?p=1553</link>
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		<title>When Your Mom &#8216;Friends&#8217; You on Facebook</title>
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As an adult, getting the Facebook friend request from the woman who birthed you is probably the teenage equivalent of having her chaperone prom. You want to drink the spiked punch, talk ish about the queen's dress and enjoy the theme song from under the bleachers, but ... um ... ...</description>
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