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No one willing wants to date someone with 4 inch stretched nipples...lol... 2. Three's a crowd on a date, especially when the extra party thinks crying is a dating requirement. 3.Diarrhea takes on a whole new meaning when you have a baby who...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla3112/551269"><title>I Love My Son</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla3112/551269</link><description>Yesterday as I was leaving for work, my son reached his arms out for me. I was tempted to take him from my mom and snuggle with him, but I was running late. Although my son is only three months old, it comforts me to know that he recognizes me as his mom. All day I thought about him. 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He said a few words and immediately I thought "writer' or "artist", so I asked him. He looked impressed and said he was a writer, so when I got home I looked the names he gave me up. I couldn't find them anywhere. In fact, one was a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla3112/547741"><title>It's amazing how some women can change a man.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla3112/547741</link><description>My step-brother is getting married. I'm happy for him. He has a house, a beautiful new baby, and an intelligent women by his side. She saw something good in him and molded him into her "dream" man. It worked for her. I've seen amazing changes in my brother, mostly good. 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