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	<title>Comments on: The Change</title>
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	<description>ten years in the making</description>
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		<title>By: shruti</title>
		<link>http://jimski.nopaper.net/2008/07/18/the-change/comment-page-1/#comment-52561</link>
		<dc:creator>shruti</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:08:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i&#039;d probably be more concerned if you WERE inside watching a ballgame.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i&#8217;d probably be more concerned if you WERE inside watching a ballgame.</p>
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		<title>By: Greg</title>
		<link>http://jimski.nopaper.net/2008/07/18/the-change/comment-page-1/#comment-52560</link>
		<dc:creator>Greg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 19:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a co-worker at an old job who just has a kid and would talk about how her daughter would take care of her someday, work, for her, etc. (along with a son she already had).  I remember looking at the pictures of the daughter on her desk, under a year old, and wondering what it takes to transform a baby into a money train.  The best part, literally, an hour after talking about this, she started to bitch about her own mother - how she wanted a ride somewhere or something.  The coworker didn&#039;t want to do it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a co-worker at an old job who just has a kid and would talk about how her daughter would take care of her someday, work, for her, etc. (along with a son she already had).  I remember looking at the pictures of the daughter on her desk, under a year old, and wondering what it takes to transform a baby into a money train.  The best part, literally, an hour after talking about this, she started to bitch about her own mother &#8211; how she wanted a ride somewhere or something.  The coworker didn&#8217;t want to do it.</p>
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		<title>By: Will</title>
		<link>http://jimski.nopaper.net/2008/07/18/the-change/comment-page-1/#comment-52559</link>
		<dc:creator>Will</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah the memories.  Not to play the one-up game, but I&#039;m envious of your &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; once a week grass mowing.  In Florida it&#039;s safe to say that the grass grows much faster than anywhere but a fertilizer laboratory.  I had to mow our grass every 4 days, otherwise the mower would not have the torque necessary to muscle through our front yard.

My favorite summer was when our neighbor went north for an entire month and I was elicited into mowing his yard as well.  My neighbor was a good person, and as such when he returned home from his extended vacation offered money to my father to give to me.  My father, kind soul that his is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;turned it down on my behalf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  That&#039;s what neighbors are for, etc.

F#%@ you Dad, I want the money.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah the memories.  Not to play the one-up game, but I&#8217;m envious of your <em>only</em> once a week grass mowing.  In Florida it&#8217;s safe to say that the grass grows much faster than anywhere but a fertilizer laboratory.  I had to mow our grass every 4 days, otherwise the mower would not have the torque necessary to muscle through our front yard.</p>
<p>My favorite summer was when our neighbor went north for an entire month and I was elicited into mowing his yard as well.  My neighbor was a good person, and as such when he returned home from his extended vacation offered money to my father to give to me.  My father, kind soul that his is, <strong><em>turned it down on my behalf</em></strong>.  That&#8217;s what neighbors are for, etc.</p>
<p>F#%@ you Dad, I want the money.</p>
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