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		<title>It&#8217;s Been Fun</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2009/01/03/its-been-fun/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 20:25:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>leahpeah</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks so much for your support of our Flawed But Authentic blog. We hope you have a wonderful 2009 and beyond.</p>
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		<title>Lies Mrs. G. Has Told Her Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 05:29:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mrs. G.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When it came time to potty train her daughter, Mrs. G. went to the library and read all the books. She tried gentle guidance, positive reinforcement, and dramatic reenactments. She created incentive charts with shiny gold stars and succumbed to the parental degradation of bribery-Skittles for number one, Jolly Ranchers for number two. Mrs. G&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><a href="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/51x563jwcrl.jpg" title="51x563jwcrl.jpg"><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/51x563jwcrl.jpg" alt="51x563jwcrl.jpg" /></a><img border="0" align="textTop" width="1" src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-admin/" height="1" />When it came time to potty train her daughter, Mrs. G. went to the library and read <em>all </em>the books. She tried gentle guidance, positive reinforcement, and dramatic reenactments. She created incentive charts with shiny gold stars and succumbed to the parental degradation of bribery-Skittles for number one, Jolly Ranchers for number two. Mrs. G&#8217;s daughter would beg for <em>Beauty and the Beast</em> big girl panties and then promptly pee in them when she got home. Nothing worked. Until one night, as she pulled the last Pull-Up out of its bag, Mrs. G, crocodile tears in her eyes, looked soulfully at her daughter and said <em>I don&#8217;t know how to tell you this, but this is it. This is the last Pull-Up. The last Pull-Up left <strong>in the entire world</strong>. The company has gone out of business.</em> Her daughter looked fearful and distressed as she wiggled herself into the last Pull-Up. <em>The last Pull-Up on the planet</em>. The next morning, Mrs. G&#8217;s <font size="+0">daughter</font> woke up resigned and heavy hearted. She walked into the bathroom and forlornly threw the Pull-Up into the wastebasket. She walked away, shaking her head slowly, as if to say <em>well that&#8217;s that</em>. And it was.</p>
<p align="justify"><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/dlilies-gone-from-window-w.jpg" alt="dlilies-gone-from-window-w.jpg" /><em>Why are we going to bed when it&#8217;s still light outside? </em>asked Mrs. G&#8217;s children when she was tucking them in. <em>The sun is still shining and k</em><em>ids are still playing outside!</em> Mrs. G. would shrug her shoulders and show them her watch <strike>which she had set forward an hour ahead</strike> and say <em>I don&#8217;t know what to tell you, but look it&#8217;s 8:00. It says so right here</em>. Both of her children looked skeptical as they crawled under their blankets, so Mrs. G. avoided direct eye contact and kissed them goodnight. Then she went upstairs and made herself a gin and tonic.<img border="0" align="textTop" width="1" src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wp-admin/" height="1" /></p>
<p><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pink_satin_pjs_room7.jpg" alt="pink_satin_pjs_room7.jpg" /><img border="0" align="textTop" width="1" src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wp-admin/" height="1" /><strong><em>These are GIRL pajamas!!!!</em></strong> screamed Mrs. G&#8217;s four-year-old son when she handed them to him to put on. <em>Maybe in <strong>this</strong> country</em>, countered Mrs. G. in an effort to keep the hand-me-down train rolling, <em>but in European countries, pink is considered a powerful and lucky color for everyone.</em> <em>German kings wore pink; it was the color of royalty.</em> <em><strong>Are you sure?</strong> </em>Mrs. G&#8217;s son asked. <em>Absolutely! I&#8217;ve seen it with my own eyes. Now hop into these bad boys, brush your teeth and let&#8217;s get you to bed.</em></p>
<p><em><strong>BUT IT&#8217;S NOT EVEN DARK OUTSIDE!!</strong></em></p>
<p><a href="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/dlilies-gone-from-window-w.jpg" title="dlilies-gone-from-window-w.jpg"></a><a href="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pink_satin_pjs_room7.jpg" title="pink_satin_pjs_room7.jpg"></a><a href="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/untitled.bmp" title="untitled.bmp"><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/untitled.bmp" alt="untitled.bmp" /></a><em>I <strong>know</strong> what I&#8217;m talking about here, and you will <strong>not</strong> stand out. <strong>Every</strong> kid at art camp will totally have lentil soup in a Nancy&#8217;s yogurt container for lunch. Sandwiches are out. Bean soup is in. Trust me. </em></p>
<p><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/0wellnesscoughsyrup.jpg" alt="0wellnesscoughsyrup.jpg" /><em>I promise this is not the <strong>bad </strong>stuff. This is the <strong>good </strong>stuff. It tastes <strong>exactly</strong> like fresh oranges. Just like an orange <font size="+0">Popsicle</font>. No, I swear, just like orange <font size="+0">sorbet.</font></em></p>
<p><img src="http://flawedbutauthentic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/45673.jpg" alt="45673.jpg" /><em>Sweetie, your glasses were super expensive, so I bought this pretty little chain for you to hook onto them, so you won&#8217;t accidentally lose them. Look at the pretty beads. All the <strike>elderly librarians</strike> kids are wearing them now. Oh, honey, look at me. You look fabulous. No, they certainly do not look weird. Take my word for it. You&#8217;ll be seeing these on more people in no time. You&#8217;re a trendsetter!<br />
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<p><font size="5"><strong><font size="2" color="#990000">Reader, what lies have you told your children?</font></strong> </font></p>
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		<title>Tell Me How To Get There</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/06/18/tell-me-how-to-get-there/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:49:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kelly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My friend Kerry related a story to me about something painful she learned when dealing with students. It isn&#8217;t easy doing this job as educators and we make many mistakes. Well, let&#8217;s face it. I make lots of mistakes. There have been times when I&#8217;ve said something to a student and instantly regretted it. There [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My friend Kerry related a story to me about something painful she learned when dealing with students. It isn&#8217;t easy doing this job as educators and we make many mistakes. Well, let&#8217;s face it. I make lots of mistakes. There have been times when I&#8217;ve said something to a student and instantly regretted it. There have been other times when I&#8217;ve said something and didn&#8217;t think anything of it until much later.</p>
<p>I have always preferred instant regret.</p>
<p>Kerry had a difficult student who had gotten into trouble many times before. She had a rap sheet quite long and had previously irritated many adults before. This girl came with a reputation and lived up to it. It seems that many people, in dealing with her, warned her about where she was headed. It&#8217;s what we do. We try, sometimes to no avail, to let students know what&#8217;s in store for them if they don&#8217;t straighten up and fly right. It&#8217;s a bad, bad habit and can go awry.</p>
<p>When Kerry was at her wit&#8217;s end she said,<em> &#8220;You know, if you keep acting this way you&#8217;re going to end up at the alternative school!&#8221;</em></p>
<p>My friend didn&#8217;t expect the reply she got.</p>
<p><em>&#8220;I know how to get there. Everyone has always told me how to get there! What I want to know if how to get to that college I&#8217;ve seen on the tv. Can you tell me what I need to do to get there?&#8221;</em></p>
<p>Damn. Those lessons we learn as the adults in schools are sometimes really hard to learn.</p>
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		<title>The plant people</title>
		<link>http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/05/22/the-plant-people/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 21:26:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sue</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One time my mom asked me how I could remember the Latin names of plants so well. I said &#8220;Well, plants are like my friends and I don&#8217;t forget the names of my friends.&#8221;
And I had someone say &#8220;When I am driving, I always see you walking to work in the morning.&#8221;
I said, &#8220;That&#8217;s funny. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One time my mom asked me how I could remember the Latin names of plants so well. I said &#8220;Well, plants are like my friends and I don&#8217;t forget the names of my friends.&#8221;</p>
<p>And I had someone say &#8220;When I am driving, I always see you walking to work in the morning.&#8221;</p>
<p>I said, &#8220;That&#8217;s funny. I never see you.&#8221;</p>
<p>They said &#8220;I think it is because you are always looking at plants.&#8221;</p>
<p>Probably true.</p>
<p>I tend to think of plants as people and grieve when they die. Even killing weeds is hard for me. The plants so obviously want to live &#8211; sometimes in the most impossible places, but they give it their all! That&#8217;s my excuse for the way my yard looks, anyway.</p>
<p>Here are some friends I met in Washington, D.C. at the Smithsonian Institution:</p>
<p><img style="0px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2500447554_03c8f6ba2f.jpg" alt="Irises" width="500" height="375" /></p>
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