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	<title>Life On Hysteria Lane</title>
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	<description>Kicking and Screaming my way to a Better Life....</description>
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		<title>License and Registration Please</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was early Monday morning.  I was on my way home from taking my son back to his college after a long weekend visit when I saw it up ahead.  The spot check.  State police and their cars blocking the road.  At first I thought perhaps there was madman on the loose and they were going to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=392&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/license-and-registration-please/</link>
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		<title>Reality (TV) Check</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m thinking of filming my own reality TV show.  If Tommy Lee Goes to College and Hogan Knows Best can make it onto the screen, I can&#8217;t imagine that there isn&#8217;t room enough for my show.   And it wouldn&#8217;t require anything other than a tripod and a camera. 
The Adventures of Couch Girl.  The show would follow me (and my life [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=386&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/reality-tv-check/</link>
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		<title>It Was a Dark and Stormy Night&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It has come to my attention that November is National Novel Writing Month (thanks Debra Reflecting http://reflecting.wordpress.com/ and Rich DiGirolamo http://richdigirolamo.com/ !).   I have always wanted to write a book.  Maybe not a novel, per se, but I&#8217;ve always wanted to write a bestseller.   How else am I ever gonna be BFF&#8217;s with Oprah? 
Don&#8217;t worry.  Never for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=366&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/it-was-a-dark-and-stormy-night/</link>
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		<title>What Are My Options Again?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=351&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/renewable-option/</link>
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		<title>Gigi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Gigi was a pisser. Gigi was my maternal grandmother, and today (Halloween) would have been her 97th birthday.  She was larger than life.  A character in every way.  And I miss her.

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		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/gigi/</link>
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		<title>Picture This&#8230;..</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Hello?&#8221;
&#8220;Oh, Thank God.  You&#8217;re there.  SHE&#8217;S THERE&#8230;&#8230;.SHELLEY&#8230;..YES, SHE&#8217;S HOME NOW&#8230;..your father&#8217;s asking where&#8230;&#8230;WHAT?&#8230;&#8230;CAN WE HAVE THIS CONVERSATION AFTER I GET OFF THE PHONE WITH HER?&#8230;&#8230;.why doesn&#8217;t he just pick up the phone himself?  Sorry&#8230;&#8230;I&#8217;m not trying to be a pest&#8230;&#8230;I mean, I&#8217;m not trying to intrude in your life, it&#8217;s just that we hadn&#8217;t heard [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=324&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/27/picture-this/</link>
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		<title>Pillsbury Dough Girl</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I decided to give my couch a break today as it is starting to cave under pressure.  The pressure of my ass pressing into it as I do most of my work-from-home from the very same, now cushionless, cushion.  I decided that today might be a good day to bring my computer out into the real [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=309&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/25/pillsbury-dough-girl/</link>
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		<title>You Don&#8217;t Scare Me&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They&#8217;re right over there&#8230;.huddled together and staring at me.  I&#8217;m know I&#8217;m not imagining it.  They&#8217;re mocking me. They&#8217;re trying to intimidate me, but I won&#8217;t let them&#8230;.I won&#8217;t give them the satisfaction of seeing the panic that rumbles just below the surface. 
They&#8217;re my unpaid bills.  Like a gang of hoodlums waiting for me just outside the schoolyard fence.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=295&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/23/you-dont-scare-me/</link>
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		<title>Temporary Amnesia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;ve been dealing with (yet another) crisis in our household.  Approximately 3 weeks ago, my 18 year old son&#8217;s girlfriend was in a car accident.  Although she was unscathed physically (thank God), a blow to her head has left her with amnesia.  The doctors have assured that the condition will be temporary, and that it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=279&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/22/temporary-amnesia/</link>
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		<title>Uncle Stu&#8217;s Underpants</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Finishing up our coffee and brainstorming session, my friend and I prepared to leave our quiet corner of the restaurant.  &#8220;Walk with me over to Walmart, will ya?&#8221; suggested my friend. 
 &#8221;Sure.&#8221; came my quick reply.  I had nowhere in particular to be and it wasn&#8217;t all that far across the plaza, though I felt that somehow [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com&blog=2446329&post=271&subd=lifeonhysterialane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2009/10/21/uncle-stus-underpants/</link>
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