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    <title>I love my job...</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sometimes I do dislike it...when the kids are all running around screeching, when there are 17 little snotty noses to wipe and nobody thinks to keep the kid with the 103 fever home, ANY time someone throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the moments like Valentine's Day, when you get little Valentines with Nemo, Superman, or the Disney Princesses and little cherry heart-shaped lollipops from the kids, every day when I walk in the door and the kiddos scream out "Mary!!" and come running to hug me around the knees, the neck hugs and sloppy kisses goodbye I get every day, watching my little "adopted granddaughter"'s face light up when she sees me come into the room, etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And days like today, when we did a little art project with toilet tissue tubes, paper, stickers, etc.  The object was to make a little robot of their own design, but I, being the Princess of Pink, decided to make my own little pretty (well, beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, after all), pink, frou-frou girly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, my own creation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/marmiarmo/pic/0000y3wh/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/marmiarmo/pic/0000y3wh/s320x240" width="320" height="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the precious pretty pink princessy "thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...call me cuckoo.  I am absurdly proud of this little thing, I think because I am a color-in-the-lines, think-inside-the-box kind of person.  Give me charts, diagrams, and step-by-step instructions and I am just fine.  But expect me to CREATE, and I am lost.  I am a crafter, not an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I made my own little piece of art.  Such as she is.</content>
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