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    <title>mistedmorning @ 2008-03-23T14:22:00</title>
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    <content type="html">It's quiet. Unnatually quiet. And damn cold. We were sweating yesterday and now I'm hunting for my sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...church was nice...inspiring even. I like our pastor, I really do. Even though I don't agree with everything that comes out of his mouth I believe he is very sincere in his beliefs and is a good-hearted and kind person and that goes a LONG way. And he's funny and not always so serious as some in the past have been. I saw lots of people that I hadn't seen since the last big holiday. I did bite my tongue and refrain from actually saying that aloud as we all greeted each other. Then there is the Rude Family as I think of them. They always pick a pew where another family is sitting. Then about 10 or 15 minutes into the service the other half of the Rude Family arrives and tries to squeeze 2 adults and several more children into a spot big enough for one medium sized person. So then the original family who always sits on that pew graciously gets up and moves. They tried to do that to us on more than one occasion but I determinedly dug my heels in and they eventually left us alone and went to bench-bump someone else. People are strange. I don't mean that in an ugly way and I know I myself have many strange ways but you wonder what people are thinking sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to spend the afternoon at the movies, mindlessly stuffing popcorn in my mouth and trying to eat milk duds and avoid my bad teeth. Alas, it's not to be. The family obligation thing has reared it's head and we're to go to my sister's.</content>
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