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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:34:59 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://bdreamer.squarespace.com/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny/"><rss:title>Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Jenny Right Over</rss:title><rss:link>http://bdreamer.squarespace.com/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2009-11-28T22:34:59Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://bdreamer.squarespace.com/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny/2007/2/15/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny-right-over.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://bdreamer.squarespace.com/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny/2007/2/15/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny-right-over.html"><rss:title>Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Jenny Right Over</rss:title><rss:link>http://bdreamer.squarespace.com/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny/2007/2/15/red-rover-red-rover-send-jenny-right-over.html</rss:link><dc:creator>beautifuldreamer</dc:creator><dc:date>2007-02-15T19:52:48Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify" align="justify">Not too long ago I wrote that <em>Funnygal</em>, my resident comedienne, is AWOL. Tonight it suddenly hit me that another part is MIA: Jenny, my 7 year old. These 2 parts are the ones I&rsquo;m closest to. No wonder this has been a drab month for me!</p><p style="text-align: justify" align="justify">So much has been happening on the home front (a new grand-baby, a daughter in-law with a staff infection, etc.) that I assumed my melancholia was due to dealing with the unexpected. Then I chalked it up to the fact that I&rsquo;m closing in on another birthday. <em>But birthdays don&rsquo;t bum me out.</em> This thought came to me just minutes ago, huddled outside with a smoke. <em>I&rsquo;m not one of those women who freak out about her age!</em></p><p style="text-align: justify" align="justify">As I cast about for some explanation, it hit me. Another part is in hiding, and I don&rsquo;t know how to lure her out. I&rsquo;m not good at this whole multiplicity thing, it stumps me left and right.</p><p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"><em>Oh Jenny, please come back: I need you!</em></p><p style="text-align: center" align="center">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 240px; height: 90px" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/beautifuldreamer_2006/girl_reading.gif" /></p><p style="text-align: center">(Jenny, my bookworm. No wonder I can&rsquo;t read anymore!)</p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>