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		<title>By: Mary@notbefore7</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary@notbefore7</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:29:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great shot!  OH siblings...love and hate all at teh same time.  But that is what is building those lifetime bonds. 

My siblings and I still fight like mad :)  

Happy TTT!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great shot!  OH siblings&#8230;love and hate all at teh same time.  But that is what is building those lifetime bonds. </p>
<p>My siblings and I still fight like mad <img src='http://thisiskristin.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />   </p>
<p>Happy TTT!</p>
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		<title>By: nancy</title>
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		<dc:creator>nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 04:42:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My sister and I were horrible to our little brother.  We would threaten to tell his best friend if he told on us.  Once he called our bluff and we paid for it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My sister and I were horrible to our little brother.  We would threaten to tell his best friend if he told on us.  Once he called our bluff and we paid for it!</p>
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		<title>By: Ann G</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ann G</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Those siblings can run ya nuts....but they are also your best friend. Gotta love those sibling fights!
Thanks for sharing</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Those siblings can run ya nuts&#8230;.but they are also your best friend. Gotta love those sibling fights!<br />
Thanks for sharing</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 22:46:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s so funny!  My girls often had fights while pretending.  Now that they&#039;re older, the fights are usually over the computer or someones music being played too loud.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s so funny!  My girls often had fights while pretending.  Now that they&#8217;re older, the fights are usually over the computer or someones music being played too loud.</p>
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		<title>By: Melody Milbrandt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melody Milbrandt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 22:01:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Such a wonderful picture of your two oldest Kristin! And the recount of their &quot;Rudolph Throwdown&quot; - too cute.

My sister and I are only 21 months apart, but have always been very unique/different from each other and &quot;in our own skin.&quot; I think the thing that drove her the most nutty about me growing up was that I was constantly singing. And I knew the words to everything (or so it seemed to her). Especially when we were all in the car and she couldn&#039;t leave. She finally lobbied hard (and prevailed) to get the &quot;only every other song Melody&quot; rule put in place. And my dad was a singer too. I was incredulous he allowed such a thing. Ha! LOL! :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a wonderful picture of your two oldest Kristin! And the recount of their &#8220;Rudolph Throwdown&#8221; &#8211; too cute.</p>
<p>My sister and I are only 21 months apart, but have always been very unique/different from each other and &#8220;in our own skin.&#8221; I think the thing that drove her the most nutty about me growing up was that I was constantly singing. And I knew the words to everything (or so it seemed to her). Especially when we were all in the car and she couldn&#8217;t leave. She finally lobbied hard (and prevailed) to get the &#8220;only every other song Melody&#8221; rule put in place. And my dad was a singer too. I was incredulous he allowed such a thing. Ha! LOL! <img src='http://thisiskristin.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Beth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:53:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother is 8 1/2 years older than me and my sister is 12 years older.  I used to get away with a lot ;)

I broke my arm when I was eight.  I tripped over a concrete stepping stone in our yard and landed on another one.  My brother told all his friends that he broke my arm because I &quot;gotta out a line.&quot;  It seemed like my dad always took his side and my mom always took mine; even though that wasn&#039;t really the case.  

I think the most trouble he ever got in though was when he through me in the pool.  I was only 2 and he didn&#039;t know I couldn&#039;t swim!  Needless to say, I learned in a hurry!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother is 8 1/2 years older than me and my sister is 12 years older.  I used to get away with a lot <img src='http://thisiskristin.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I broke my arm when I was eight.  I tripped over a concrete stepping stone in our yard and landed on another one.  My brother told all his friends that he broke my arm because I &#8220;gotta out a line.&#8221;  It seemed like my dad always took his side and my mom always took mine; even though that wasn&#8217;t really the case.  </p>
<p>I think the most trouble he ever got in though was when he through me in the pool.  I was only 2 and he didn&#8217;t know I couldn&#8217;t swim!  Needless to say, I learned in a hurry!</p>
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		<title>By: Barb</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Zion told me yesterday...&quot;When is Uncle Matty gonna finished my room?, &#039;cause I am moving in with you and papa forever.  Then I can be boss&quot;....
Hmmmmm</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Zion told me yesterday&#8230;&#8221;When is Uncle Matty gonna finished my room?, &#8217;cause I am moving in with you and papa forever.  Then I can be boss&#8221;&#8230;.<br />
Hmmmmm</p>
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		<title>By: Candace</title>
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		<dc:creator>Candace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:43:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother was 3 years older than me and we were constantly at it.  He talked me into digging a deep hole one day.  He said we were going to dig to China lol.  Well, being in the south we hit red clay.  He then told me that I must have done something wrong cause we had gone to he11 istead of China.  I ran inside sobbing.  Not really an argument but it was torture lol.

A side note:  We dug the really huge hole in the middle of my mothers flower bed!  oops!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother was 3 years older than me and we were constantly at it.  He talked me into digging a deep hole one day.  He said we were going to dig to China lol.  Well, being in the south we hit red clay.  He then told me that I must have done something wrong cause we had gone to he11 istead of China.  I ran inside sobbing.  Not really an argument but it was torture lol.</p>
<p>A side note:  We dug the really huge hole in the middle of my mothers flower bed!  oops!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Nicole</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nicole</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 16:35:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My younger sister and I always argued about barbies. Who got to be which one (the &quot;pretty&quot; ken was a particular dispute), who got to live on top of the table and who had to live under the table. One day my dad got so fed up with us arguing over barbies that he brought a trash bag in and threatened to throw them all away. That made us shut up in a hurry!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My younger sister and I always argued about barbies. Who got to be which one (the &#8220;pretty&#8221; ken was a particular dispute), who got to live on top of the table and who had to live under the table. One day my dad got so fed up with us arguing over barbies that he brought a trash bag in and threatened to throw them all away. That made us shut up in a hurry!</p>
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