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<title>Last posts on woman</title>
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<updated>2012-05-23T08:27:23+02:00</updated>
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<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Go Away!</title>
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<updated>2010-10-05T19:22:48+02:00</updated>
<published>2010-10-05T19:22:48+02:00</published>
<summary> Early Sunday evening on the 200 block of East 16th Street (almost corner...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Early Sunday evening on the 200 block of East 16th Street (almost corner 3rd. Avenue): A woman looking up at the beautiful brownstone like buildings, one of them covered with ivy. An old dog walked by and she pets. The dog’s name is Sam and her owner is walking ahead of her. Sam is a gentle and sweet dog. The woman tells the owner this, the owner says thank you and they walk on. The woman looks at 208 East 16th Street, where a sign outside says something about a seminary. It has an old fashioned balcony on the 2nd. or 3rd. floor. Someone from inside the building shakes his finger no at the woman. The woman shrugs as if asking why are you doing this? The woman stays on the sidewalk, a public place. The man comes out of the building. He is around 40, with black hair and probably dark eyes. He tells the woman he is a cop. The woman nods. She is not afraid. I am just admiring the building, she says. Is there a law against it? The man says he is hard of hearing. The woman walks a few steps towards him. I don’t quite understand, she tells him. What’s wrong with me looking at this building and admiring it? The man stands there with the front door half open. The woman loses patience. Go away, she tells him, waiving her hand. You go away, the man replies. If you are a cop, then you’re harassing me, she says walking away. That’s all I wanted to know, she thinks to herself. He’s only hard of hearing when it suits him. He didn’t even apologize when I told him what I was doing. Go Away! Early Sunday evening on the 200 block of East 16th Street (almost corner 3rd. Avenue): A woman looking up at the beautiful brownstone like buildings, one of them covered with ivy. An old dog walked by and she pets. The dog’s name is Sam and her owner is walking ahead of her. Sam is a gentle and sweet dog. The woman tells the owner this, the owner says thank you and they walk on. The woman looks at 208 East 16th Street, where a sign outside says something about a seminary. It has an old fashioned balcony on the 2nd. or 3rd. floor. Someone from inside the building shakes his finger no at the woman. The woman shrugs as if asking why are you doing this? The woman stays on the sidewalk, a public place. The man comes out of the building. He is around 40, with black hair and probably dark eyes. He tells the woman he is a cop. The woman nods. She is not afraid. I am just admiring the building, she says. Is there a law against it? The man says he is hard of hearing. The woman walks a few steps towards him. I don’t quite understand, she tells him. What’s wrong with me looking at this building and admiring it? The man stands there with the front door half open. The woman loses patience. Go away, she tells him, waiving her hand. You go away, the man replies. If you are a cop, then you’re harassing me, she says walking away. That’s all I wanted to know, she thinks to herself. He’s only hard of hearing when it suits him. He didn’t even apologize when I told him what I was doing.&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>Lorena</name>
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<title>Who R U to tell me what I should /should not do?</title>
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<id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2010-09-24:1985280</id>
<updated>2010-09-24T05:23:00+02:00</updated>
<published>2010-09-24T05:23:00+02:00</published>
<summary> F**k off girls!  What does it matter to you why I got the gadget?  Which...</summary>
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;F**k off girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What does it matter to you why I got the gadget?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Which other phone provides good MP3 player qualities like this one? And you go &quot;why you never download anything? so little!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;I don't like the platform to be overcrowded with apps. I don't need much apps&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Then what you use this for?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Can read news on the net ah.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Then you get iPhone for what? Just get blackberry!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Piss off! Don't you use it for listening to songs too? and you can store so much music some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Watch it girls, am getting more irritable by you all. Keep away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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<entry>
<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
<uri>http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
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<title>One Leg</title>
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<updated>2010-06-26T22:25:07+02:00</updated>
<published>2010-06-26T22:25:07+02:00</published>
<summary>   The bird stood there, in the middle of the floor of the subway station. He...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bird stood there, in the middle of the floor of the subway station. He looked right and left. There was no food. The woman opened her polka dot duffle bag and took out a bagel from her soup kitchen bag. She broke it into small pieces and put it near the bird. He limped on one leg to get his food. She zipped up the duffel bag and walked to the street. from a little distance she turned to look at the bird. He was still in the middle of the floor, all alone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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<entry>
<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
<uri>http://mylifeinargentina.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
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<title>Subway Death</title>
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<updated>2010-03-15T18:30:44+01:00</updated>
<published>2010-03-15T18:30:44+01:00</published>
<summary> I think about the woman killed at the 77th Street subway in Manhattan the...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;I think about the woman killed at the 77th Street subway in Manhattan the other day (last Thursday) as she tried to retrieve the bag that fell on the tracks. I had Sports sac bag years ago when I used to go back and forth between Argentina and San Francisco. And the 77th Street subway is near where I lived in Manhattan in 2004. The cops found some toiletries, her cell phone and clothes in the bag—nothing worth dying for. The woman was killed instantly. May she rest in Peace! The 3 cats she shared her home with will probably be put up for adoption. I am sure they’re missing their owner.&lt;/p&gt;
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<entry>
<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Explaining Away Celibacy?</title>
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<updated>2010-03-09T19:57:52+01:00</updated>
<published>2010-03-09T19:57:52+01:00</published>
<summary> All that you say is very well if you are The Church or a bishop or...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;All that you say is very well if you are The Church or a bishop or something. I can tell you from personal experience that I, as a woman who fell in love with a priest, the last thing I cared about was these kind of explanations. As a woman and human being, I just wanted to be with my guy. Period. I loved him and he loved me. And if the converted Protestant ministers are not given parishes but are instead employed in an administrative capacity, isn't that discrimination of some kind? Eugenia Renskoff&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Manhattan Subway Scene</title>
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<updated>2010-01-15T22:21:00+01:00</updated>
<published>2010-01-15T22:21:00+01:00</published>
<summary> Manhattan Subway Scene:   Around 3 P.M. at the 33rd Street subway stop.   As...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Manhattan Subway Scene:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Around 3 P.M. at the 33rd Street subway stop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I got off the train, I noticed a young woman crouching by the swipe machine. She lay down her head on the end part long and grey machine, near the turnstile. There were two cops standing near her—a man and a woman. The woman cop approached the woman and asked her what was wrong. The tone of her voice was not nice or kind. It was on the sharp side. The woman told her she couldn’t see very well. You have to go; the woman cop said and opened the big emergency door for her. There are seats for you to sit on. The woman cop looked at the male cop and made a face. Now on the other side, the young woman, still crouching, took out a water bottle from her bag. Someone pushing a baby carriage asked her ifManhattan Subway Scene: Around 3 P.M. at the 33rd Street subway stop. As I got off the train, I noticed a young woman crouching by the swipe machine. She lay down her head on the end part long and grey machine, near the turnstile. There were two cops standing near her—a man and a woman. The woman cop approached the woman and asked her what was wrong. The tone of her voice was not nice or kind. It was on the sharp side. The woman told her she couldn’t see very well. You have to go; the woman cop said and opened the big emergency door for her. There are seats for you to sit on. The woman cop looked at the male cop and made a face. Now on the other side, the young woman, still crouching, took out a water bottle from her bag. Someone pushing a baby carriage asked her if she needed help. The young woman smiled and talked with her. The other person helped her up. I watched until I felt she was ok and that she wasn’t alone. When I walked up the stairs to go to the street, they were still talking. I feel I should have told the woman cop to be kinder. It wouldn’t have hurt her any. she needed help. The young woman smiled and talked with her. The other person helped her up. I watched until I felt she was ok and that she wasn’t alone. When I walked up the stairs to go to the street, they were still talking. I feel I should have told the woman cop to be kinder. It wouldn’t have hurt her any&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
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</author>
<title>Cinder Nothing</title>
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<updated>2009-09-23T18:50:00+02:00</updated>
<published>2009-09-23T18:50:00+02:00</published>
<summary> The woman had found the pink Victoria’s Secret robe on the street. She had...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;The woman had found the pink Victoria’s Secret robe on the street. She had taken to her boss’s house and washed it along with the other dirty laundry. Now she was sitting in front of the old TV with the robe wrapped around her. Cinderella was dancing with the Prince. The Disney movie was one of her childhood favorites and she had remembered it with fondness all these years. Sometimes dreams do come true, she thought. Sometimes girls (and women) get what they want and nothing bad happens to them afterwards. She shrugged her shoulders. At least some women get good things. When Cinderella’s stepmother broke the glass slipper, the woman cheered as Cinderella took the other slipper out of her apron pocket. She is no wishy washy heroine. The words were spoken out loud to her cat.&lt;/p&gt;
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<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Black Bag Dress</title>
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<updated>2009-08-08T20:31:43+02:00</updated>
<published>2009-08-08T20:31:43+02:00</published>
<summary> Saturday, August 8, 2009: She was standing on the corner of Broadway and...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Saturday, August 8, 2009: She was standing on the corner of Broadway and Havemeyer in Williamsburgh, Brooklyn--right by the bus terminal. The woman had her light hair up in a knot. She was wiping her face and neck with a small white cloth. She was wearing two or three black garbage bags, the kind the sanitation dept. uses. I called 311, but the screeching noise of the nearby subway made it difficult for me to talk to the person on the other end. Can anyone do something for her? I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
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<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Sex and Love</title>
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<updated>2009-07-25T19:55:02+02:00</updated>
<published>2009-07-25T19:55:02+02:00</published>
<summary> Sex is not love but sex and love (between a man and a woman, for instance)...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Sex is not love but sex and love (between a man and a woman, for instance) often go together. When you are in love, you want to touch and feel the person you love. You usually do not want to admire one another from afar. Eugenia Renskoff&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>Eugenia</name>
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<title>Bathroom Madness in Brooklyn</title>
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<updated>2009-02-17T22:55:46+01:00</updated>
<published>2009-02-17T22:55:46+01:00</published>
<summary>  Last night the Italian woman, better known as the star tenant on the 5th...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Last night the Italian woman, better known as the star tenant on the 5th floor nearly lost it. I was in the bathroom doing my business and I had turned on the faucet to let her know someone was in there. But that wasn’t enough for her—she came into the bathroom without knocking when I seated on the toilet. I got angry and told her to be polite, but it didn’t help much. Then, the guy next door’s girlfriend was in the bathroom cleaning something up. The Italian woman and I were waiting outside the bathroom and she knocked on the door (something she hadn’t done for me). When the girl apologized the Italian woman told her to use Nina’s bathroom. I think the guy and his girlfriend sublet their space from one of the other tenants on the floor but the bathroom is inside the tenant’s apt.-like setting. The guy started to say something about his being a plumber and offering to make a sink in the Italian woman’s other bathroom space (the one that she uses with her friend and co-tenant). The Italian woman looked daggers and told him in a very high tone of voice that her rent had just being raised and that her bathroom usage was still restricted. I looked at the guy (who seems a very nice person) and he understood that this is a very touchy subject for the Italian woman (and I can fully understand why). I told him who he should talk to if he really wants to build this other sink. Nobody likes not to have their very own bathroom. Her actions were still very rude and if I had opened the door while she was in the bathroom, she would have filed a complaint against me.&lt;/p&gt; 
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<author>
<name>Fenny</name>
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<title>Housewife's Lament</title>
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<updated>2008-02-07T18:09:08+01:00</updated>
<published>2008-02-07T18:09:08+01:00</published>
<summary> I cook clean change dirty diapers   and go grocery shopping in between...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;I cook clean change dirty diapers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and go grocery shopping in between&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;feed and walk the dogs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and since I'm such a whiz with tools&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;cut all the fire logs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I drive the kids to school every day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and look after your mother&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do the dirty dishes and laundry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and even though I scarcely see a dime&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm much wiser with our money&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hell when you can't find the time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I even wash the car&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and rake the leaves in the back garden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;still if you come home I try to look&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;like I spent all day at Elizabeth Arden's&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seems like I'm always here for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;even when it's not sure you might&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to nourish and maintain what should be our life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but boy let me tell you I won't be around much longer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if you insist on having a maid rather than a wife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;©2008 Fenny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>latoyadenise</name>
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<title>On the Air with Coach K!</title>
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<id>tag:2sticksandastring.blogspirit.com,2007-03-27:1232659</id>
<updated>2007-03-27T13:00:48+02:00</updated>
<published>2007-03-27T13:00:48+02:00</published>
<summary> Some brief news for you to stay tuned to...      Trading Spouses Star:...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;Some brief news for you to stay tuned to...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color: #f6e8b1; font-family: Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt&quot; color=&quot;#F6E8B1&quot; face=&quot;Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FF6600&quot;&gt;Trading Spouses Star: Latoya Brown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt&quot; color=&quot;#666666&quot; face=&quot;Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?t=lwiwy6bab.0.vqtaa5bab.b5rho8bab.11&amp;amp;ts=S0235&amp;amp;p=http%3A%2F%2F2sticksandastring.blogspirit.com%2F&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://origin.ih.constantcontact.com/fs065/1101506267073/img/16.jpg?a=1101584343755&quot; alt=&quot;Latoya Brown&quot; name=&quot;ACCOUNT.IMAGE.16&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;97&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; id=&quot;ACCOUNT.IMAGE.16&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000; font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;April 16, 2007 11 am eastern time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000ff&quot;&gt;Well, another real life celebrity will be gracing the Coach K! air waves. Latoya Brown was a guest on the show Trading Spouses and I cannot wait to hear about her experiences and lessons that she took away from the show. Latoya is an avid knitter and a homeschooling advocate. So this show, you cannot miss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/coachkradio&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Coach K&lt;/a&gt; has a great format and I'm looking forward to speaking more about my experiences about the show and about life and homeschooling. Make sure you &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/coachkradio&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;tune in&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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<author>
<name>7bane</name>
<uri>http://7banethoughtoftheday.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
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<title>Stacy Keibler on George Lopez show wednsday</title>
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<id>tag:7banethoughtoftheday.blogspirit.com,2007-01-30:1173930</id>
<updated>2007-01-30T21:05:00+01:00</updated>
<published>2007-01-30T21:05:00+01:00</published>
<summary>Tomorrow night, january,Wednsday 31st 2007. Stacy Keibler will make a...</summary>
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Tomorrow night, january,Wednsday 31st 2007. Stacy Keibler will make a              special guest appearance on the George Lopez show. Watch it and give me some feed back on what you think of Stacy
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