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	<title>Novelist C.D. Blizzard</title>
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		<title>The News</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Is there any humanity left in the world?
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		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/379</link>
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		<title>That Fuzzy Robe Always Gets Me Into Trouble</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If you have been following my blog, then you may have read my experiences with my blue fuzzy robe.  You know, the one that carries the high voltage and makes me look like a comet/wonder woman when I decide to try to fly away from scary ghosts in my house.  
Every morning, I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/372</link>
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		<title>Raccoon Poop ReMix</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It seems that my dog Mooch has created a new birthday ritual for me.  March 19th is my day to lay around in bed, read a good book, enjoy the sunshine, and basically, do nothing.  Mooch had other plans.  Just one hour before my birthday-cake-eating-festival-guests were to arrive, Mooch decided to find [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/362</link>
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		<title>Hun, Where&#8217;s My Butt?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Rabs, can you help me put on my butt?&#8221;  
I stood just inside his office, impatiently fidgeting with my shirttails.
Rabbit removed his fingers from his keyboard, started to turn around, hesitated briefly, then took a deep breath and turned, &#8220;What did you just say?&#8221;
I held out a pillow like contraption I had just made. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/350</link>
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		<title>How To Dispose Of A Trashcan</title>
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&#8220;How do you throw away a trashcan when the trash techs won&#8217;t pick it up?&#8221;
Rabbit chewed a piece of steak as he stared at me from across the dinner table.
&#8220;I mean&#8230;if you put it out there at the curb, no matter how beat up it looks, they just leave it there.&#8221;
Rabbit munched in silence.
&#8220;And if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/291</link>
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		<title>Just Like Riding A Bike</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“You know….that phrase just like riding a bike…it’s supposed to mean that you never forget how to ride a bike.”
These were the words spoken by Rabbit that brought me out of my reverie concerning my next adventure into the unknown.  Unfortunately, I knew where he was going with this beginning.
“But in your case, it doesn’t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/287</link>
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		<title>Can I Get That On Video?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Sometimes I wonder what happened to my brain,” Rabbit said.
My mouth twitched into a smile.  I tried like hell not to grin at this golden opportunity, but it was impossible.  After all, how often do I get handed something like this?
“Gee, I wish I had that on video.”
“That didn’t come out right,” Rabbit mumbled.
We were [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/282</link>
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		<title>A Good Thesaurus Would Have Viable Options For The Word F.A.R.T.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There’s a little known secret about my dog Mooch.  No, not the one about her zest for rolling in raccoon poop.  Nope, this is a completely different story.  Long ago, in a land far, far away, when Mooch was just three months old, she discovered something about herself, and the something she discovered was quite [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/250</link>
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		<title>Fans Ask, The Blizzard Answers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A reader asked: How do you write three books at the same time and keep it all straight in your head?
Are you kidding?  This is why I’m a blithering idiot, why I trip over things, walk into walls, hold conversations on three different topics simultaneously, and run red lights.  Most of the time, when I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/246</link>
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		<title>Spontaneous Human Combustion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Hun.”  If I thought this whispered endearment and a gentle nudge from my elbow would wake my husband, I was wrong.
“Hun.”  I tried again to nudge my husband awake.
Granted, I felt guilty for waking him in the middle of the night, but I was feeling weird, and I needed his emotional support.
“Rabbit,” I said, this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/239</link>
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		<title>Strange Bedfellows Can Keep A Dog Awake At Night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[2 am.  I became aware of something cold and eerie pressed against my left elbow.  I lay still for a time, trying to determine if this feeling was the ghost trying to get my toes, or if it was something more corporeal, such as…my dog’s nose.
“Oh, god,” I moaned.  I rolled over and peered into [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/231</link>
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		<title>Did The Enterprise Really Steal Bigfoot And Chupacabra?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“What is that?”
“What?” Rabbit mused.
“That?”
We sat on the lawn chairs outside soaking up warmth from the Florida sun.  Fall in Florida is my favorite time of year.  Suddenly all the humidity is gone.  Me, Mooch, and the Rabbit can spend all the time outside we desire without fear of wilting from staggering heat and humidity. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/225</link>
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		<title>A Medical Condition Of The Middle-Aged</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My husband was propped in bed for the evening when I posed this somewhat philosophical question.  “Hun, do you think I have a medical condition that causes all this…this…”
 
Hubby-Poo set aside his science magazine, sighed wearily, and looked over his reading glasses at me.  “This what?”
 
“This.”  I poked at my knees.  “My knees are wrinkly, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/210</link>
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		<title>A Mooch Perspective On Thunderstorms</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Snnzzzz, drool, snnnzzz, drool, snnnzzzz….
A low rumble ripped through the night, rattling the glass window panes and causing the rafters to shudder.  
‘Wha…?  Whazzat?’  Mooch lifted her head off the pillow and looked around.  A sudden, blinding flash of light caused her eyes to narrow.  ‘Agh!  What was that?  Aliens!! Aliens are coming to get [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/175</link>
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		<title>There’s A Reason Why C. D. Blizzard Does Not Write Romance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My husband is one of the most romantic guys around.  He’s very sweet, kind, thoughtful, and generous.  I will often emerge from my office to find a flower on the kitchen table, waiting for me.  He sends me beautiful notes in my email.  Leaves me notes in the shower.  It’s all so wonderful.  So, why [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/204</link>
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		<title>The Beggar&#8217;s Breakfast</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am such a sucker.  I need a peanut delivery truck the size of a semi-trailer.  www.cdblizzard.com/blog/video-archive

    

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		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/296</link>
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		<title>A Mooch Perspective on Author C. D. Blizzard</title>
		<description><![CDATA[‘Oooh, look, there’s mom.  Sitting in that nice chair dad built her.  What’s she doing?  Oh, she’s beating her fingers on that funny thing that makes words on that weird screen.’
Mooch pranced over and put her chin on mom’s arm.  ‘I love you, mom.  You’re so cool.  You’re the best thing that ever happened to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/180</link>
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		<title>Why Is It That Everything That Tastes Yucky Has To Be Shared?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Honey!  Come smell this!” I called from the kitchen.
I heard a groan, a sigh, and then my husband came clomping down the hallway.  “What now?” he moaned as he came into the kitchen.
“What do you mean, what now?  I’m the woman who washes your undies.  Don’t ever forget that.  I deserve some respect—
“Hun!”  Hubster gave [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/171</link>
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		<title>Why Mooch Hates To Go Ghost Hunting With C. D. Blizzard</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So, I was giggling&#8230;a little bit.  It was just as annoying for me as it was for Mooch, Rabbit, and apparently the ghosts who chose not to show.
See Ghost Hunting Video on  http://cdblizzard.com/blog/video-archives
Copyright 2008 C. D. Blizzard

    

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		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/273</link>
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		<title>Skeeter Fu: The New Martial Arts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Not only have I found a good exercise program, but I’ve also discovered a new form of martial arts.  Just live in a southern state, keep the door open (thanks to Hubby-Poo) and invite all the skeeters into your house that happen by.  You will spend loads of time jabbing, slapping, hopping, jumping and waving [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cdblizzard.com/blog/archives/165</link>
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