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      <title>I Love My Mother But I Swear She Will Be the Death Of Me...</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sitting at my computer, head aching as I plod through the piles of work all over my desk. The fall semester starts in two weeks. Orientation is next week. I&amp;#8217;m busy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I look at the screen. Mom.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m ignoring the call, thinking I can return her call when I get home.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then I get a single vibration. A message alert. She left a voice mail. It&amp;#8217;s important.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m listening to the message. &amp;#8220;Rebecca, this is your mother. Call home as quickly as possible.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My blood pressure rises, my pulse quickens, and a thousand million bad thoughts rush though my head.
Is something wrong with dad? Is my brother ok? What about his wife? Their kids? What happened? Did my dog finally die?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So I call home. My mother relays this &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/politics/chi-bill-gwatney-shot-080813-ht,0,6306572.story"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mother&amp;#8217;s urgency is due to the fact that, and I quote my dear mom, &amp;#8220;The democratic chairman was the younger son of the brother of the father of the neighbor boy you grew up with.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;O.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;K.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Glad I about had a heart attack over the crazed shooting of someone I never met before in my life. Not to trivialize the seriousness of this incident or the value of a human&amp;#8217;s life, but seriously. Not the kind of scare I need right now, or ever, really.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 15:24:00 -0500</pubDate>
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      <author>Rebecca</author>
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      <title>"I Love My Mother But I Swear She Will Be the Death Of Me..." by Ris</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;My mom does that TOO and it drives. me. crazy.  I'm too young to have a heart attack!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 07:43:52 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>"I Love My Mother But I Swear She Will Be the Death Of Me..." by Someone</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Mom's are like that and mine
does not understand even when I
tried to explain once why that
kind of thing is not an
emergency.  They are just like
that.  &lt;em&gt;Smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:24:55 -0500</pubDate>
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