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		By: Terri Cheney		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[True story from my childhood.  My mom was an RN and come her weekend off she meant to sleep in and nothing, not children or any one else better wake her up!  So one spring morning there&#039;s a tap tap tap tap tap on the house.  It was a big house, mind you and nowhere near Mama&#039;s bedroom but that tapping irritated her to pieces.  She grabbed my daddy&#039;s shotgun and marched out the front door, shot at the bird! lol  No bird was harmed, but Mr. Woody Woodpecker didn&#039;t peck away at the gable on the house again!   And need I add that we children, though hardly frightened of her, did take more seriously her threats when she told us she wanted to sleep in?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>True story from my childhood.  My mom was an RN and come her weekend off she meant to sleep in and nothing, not children or any one else better wake her up!  So one spring morning there&#39;s a tap tap tap tap tap on the house.  It was a big house, mind you and nowhere near Mama&#39;s bedroom but that tapping irritated her to pieces.  She grabbed my daddy&#39;s shotgun and marched out the front door, shot at the bird! lol  No bird was harmed, but Mr. Woody Woodpecker didn&#39;t peck away at the gable on the house again!   And need I add that we children, though hardly frightened of her, did take more seriously her threats when she told us she wanted to sleep in?</p>
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