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I've tried to post a blog 3 times and lost it each time. I have got myself hyped up so much over an advertisement that's been running on TV for way too long, and today I decided to look into it. The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure is a book that a smoothie is offering on TV. Of...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636205"><title>TIME GETS BETTER WITH AGE.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636205</link><description>I learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing "Silent Night". Age 5 I learned that our dog doesn't want to eat my broccoli either. Age 7 I learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what they are doing and wave back. Age 9 I learned that just when I get my room...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636119"><title>I felt a pressing desire to write</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636119</link><description>a lot of posts on my alcoholism, because going through it and coming out the other side could be useful to some perhaps, but of course my life became so much more with every year that passed in sobriety in AA. I never wrote a love story about my life and love for Joyce my previous wife, we just...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636029"><title>Ouch</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/636029</link><description>As he was checking into the Dr's office, Loren said, "Nurses aren't supposed to laugh, are they?" "Of course, I won't laugh. I'm a professional nurse. In over twenty years I've never laughed at a patient." "Okay then," Loren said and proceeded to drop his trousers, revealing the tiniest schwantz...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/635959"><title>I posted one blog here</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/635959</link><description>that at on point, while I was still drinking alcohol, I had been diagnosed several times with epilepsy, also called seizure disorder, chronic brain disorder that briefly interrupts the normal electrical activity of the brain to cause seizures, characterized by a variety of symptoms including...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/635821"><title>After ten years of sobriety,</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/anthony1wiley/635821</link><description>I had ten years of successful sobriety in 1977. Life had been good to me and the family had grown. 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