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	<title>Comments on: Guest Blogger: Robin Rotham</title>
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	<description>Adventures of a writer living in New Zealand</description>
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		<title>By: Ayreann</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2505</link>
		<dc:creator>Ayreann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 23:11:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks Robin.  Can&#039;t wait to read &quot;Alien Overnight.&quot;

Thanks Shelley.  Emailing you momentarily.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Robin.  Can&#8217;t wait to read &#8220;Alien Overnight.&#8221;</p>
<p>Thanks Shelley.  Emailing you momentarily.</p>
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		<title>By: Shelley Munro</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2499</link>
		<dc:creator>Shelley Munro</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 18:11:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Today&#039;s winner is Ayreann.

I need you to email me at shelley munro @ gmail .com (no spaces) with your full name and address so I can organize your prize.

Congratulations!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today&#8217;s winner is Ayreann.</p>
<p>I need you to email me at shelley munro @ gmail .com (no spaces) with your full name and address so I can organize your prize.</p>
<p>Congratulations!!</p>
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		<title>By: RD Solange</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2458</link>
		<dc:creator>RD Solange</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:44:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>*giggling*  Ok, well, I&#039;ll just make up my own little story in my head about the cover.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*giggling*  Ok, well, I&#8217;ll just make up my own little story in my head about the cover.</p>
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		<title>By: Robin L. Rotham</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2457</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin L. Rotham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ROFL, RD!!!  While I&#039;d love to take credit for that cover -- hell, I&#039;d love it if that were ME on the cover, assuming I looked like that -- it&#039;s one of EC&#039;s stock Quickie covers.  All I did was pick it out, and really there was no contest -- that one is perfectly representative of the story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ROFL, RD!!!  While I&#8217;d love to take credit for that cover &#8212; hell, I&#8217;d love it if that were ME on the cover, assuming I looked like that &#8212; it&#8217;s one of EC&#8217;s stock Quickie covers.  All I did was pick it out, and really there was no contest &#8212; that one is perfectly representative of the story.</p>
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		<title>By: Robin L. Rotham</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2456</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin L. Rotham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:04:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s interesting, Amelia.  Did you know and resent that other kids did Christmas?  Or were you like me, living in housing projects and surrounded by a million kids in the same boat?  I didn&#039;t really even realize we were poor until Mom moved us to a &quot;better&quot; neighborhood where I didn&#039;t fit in.  If it werent for my grandparents, we wouldn&#039;t have had any presents, either -- although I can honestly see my mother turning a few tricks if it was the only way to put something under the tree for us.  And that would have ended badly because she had the God&#039;s-honest worst luck and she would probably have been arrested on her very first attempt, so I&#039;m glad it didn&#039;t come down to that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s interesting, Amelia.  Did you know and resent that other kids did Christmas?  Or were you like me, living in housing projects and surrounded by a million kids in the same boat?  I didn&#8217;t really even realize we were poor until Mom moved us to a &#8220;better&#8221; neighborhood where I didn&#8217;t fit in.  If it werent for my grandparents, we wouldn&#8217;t have had any presents, either &#8212; although I can honestly see my mother turning a few tricks if it was the only way to put something under the tree for us.  And that would have ended badly because she had the God&#8217;s-honest worst luck and she would probably have been arrested on her very first attempt, so I&#8217;m glad it didn&#8217;t come down to that.</p>
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		<title>By: RD Solange</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2455</link>
		<dc:creator>RD Solange</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:57:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOL! Ohhhhh... I thought you were going to tell me about the photoshoot and ... um. 

Yes, bought the book this morning. I&#039;m a big fan of dirty. ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL! Ohhhhh&#8230; I thought you were going to tell me about the photoshoot and &#8230; um. </p>
<p>Yes, bought the book this morning. I&#8217;m a big fan of dirty. ;)</p>
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		<title>By: Robin L. Rotham</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2454</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin L. Rotham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:45:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cathie, I&#039;m glad your grandmother was wise enough to get you out there mixing and mingling.  Isn&#039;t it amazing how knowing someone&#039;s name makes all the difference in how you perceive them?  Once you know people&#039;s names, they&#039;re not strangers anymore.

Of course, when I married Mr. Robin, I inherited his HUMONGOUS extended family all at once, and even now, twelve years later, I still have difficulty remembering some their names.  God forbid I should run into one of them at Wal-Mart!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cathie, I&#8217;m glad your grandmother was wise enough to get you out there mixing and mingling.  Isn&#8217;t it amazing how knowing someone&#8217;s name makes all the difference in how you perceive them?  Once you know people&#8217;s names, they&#8217;re not strangers anymore.</p>
<p>Of course, when I married Mr. Robin, I inherited his HUMONGOUS extended family all at once, and even now, twelve years later, I still have difficulty remembering some their names.  God forbid I should run into one of them at Wal-Mart!</p>
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		<title>By: Amelia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amelia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great story, Robin!  Your mom was so sweet and thoughtful.  

I can&#039;t say I remember any presents that really wow me.  Back in the days, we were a low income family, and we never celebrated Christmas nor receive any presents.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story, Robin!  Your mom was so sweet and thoughtful.  </p>
<p>I can&#8217;t say I remember any presents that really wow me.  Back in the days, we were a low income family, and we never celebrated Christmas nor receive any presents.</p>
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		<title>By: Cathie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cathie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:09:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Its been too long since I read an Alien story and this sounds great Robin!!  I was getting goosebumps reading your story!

I loved my Christmas Eve at my grandmother&#039;s house.  All day Christmas eve, I&#039;d stay with her cleaning and helping her cook. One year, my grandmother had  me  go out and serve food and drinks instead of letting me stay in the kitchen with her because I had a hard time communicating with anyone (deaf)  and preferred not to mingle.  Well people were trying to commmunicate with me and it wasn&#039;t working so my grandmother brings out a notebook and pen and told them they had to write and I was finally learning everyone&#039;s name! And I started feeling like I belonged. Oh i loved those special times with my grandmother but she told me she wanted me to learn who everyone was and I finally was excited to know who they a ll were.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Its been too long since I read an Alien story and this sounds great Robin!!  I was getting goosebumps reading your story!</p>
<p>I loved my Christmas Eve at my grandmother&#8217;s house.  All day Christmas eve, I&#8217;d stay with her cleaning and helping her cook. One year, my grandmother had  me  go out and serve food and drinks instead of letting me stay in the kitchen with her because I had a hard time communicating with anyone (deaf)  and preferred not to mingle.  Well people were trying to commmunicate with me and it wasn&#8217;t working so my grandmother brings out a notebook and pen and told them they had to write and I was finally learning everyone&#8217;s name! And I started feeling like I belonged. Oh i loved those special times with my grandmother but she told me she wanted me to learn who everyone was and I finally was excited to know who they a ll were.</p>
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		<title>By: Robin L. Rotham</title>
		<link>http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/2007/12/19/guest-blogger-robin-rotham/comment-page-1/#comment-2451</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin L. Rotham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:38:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cherie, I never let myself hope for anything that big.  Even as a child, I was always one of those who&#039;d rather have low expectations and be pleasantly surprised than have high hopes  and be disappointed.  I never handled disappointment well. :razz:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cherie, I never let myself hope for anything that big.  Even as a child, I was always one of those who&#8217;d rather have low expectations and be pleasantly surprised than have high hopes  and be disappointed.  I never handled disappointment well. <img src="http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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