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	<description>I am not a has-been. I am a will be. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance</description>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-13040</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:04:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Geri - Thank you.  I know someone who carries a can of hairspray in the well of her car in case she is ever attacked.  Not sure it is legal... but enough to sting the eyes!

@Judy - Growing up in the middle of four brothers, dangling privates were not unknown from time to time, so had I come across 'A Flasher' I think I would have told him that they were nothing to write home about and to cover them up quick!

The other alternative is to just point and laugh as loud as you can!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Geri - Thank you.  I know someone who carries a can of hairspray in the well of her car in case she is ever attacked.  Not sure it is legal&#8230; but enough to sting the eyes!</p>
<p>@Judy - Growing up in the middle of four brothers, dangling privates were not unknown from time to time, so had I come across &#8216;A Flasher&#8217; I think I would have told him that they were nothing to write home about and to cover them up quick!</p>
<p>The other alternative is to just point and laugh as loud as you can!</p>
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		<title>By: kenju</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-13027</link>
		<dc:creator>kenju</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good advice, Grannymar, and I know you must have been scared by both events.  As a child (and also as an adult) I have had 4 different men expose their privates to me. It is a very scary thing and not something that a child should have to deal with, since understanding why it happens is impossible to a child, and not much easier for an adult.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good advice, Grannymar, and I know you must have been scared by both events.  As a child (and also as an adult) I have had 4 different men expose their privates to me. It is a very scary thing and not something that a child should have to deal with, since understanding why it happens is impossible to a child, and not much easier for an adult.</p>
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		<title>By: Geri Atric</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-13014</link>
		<dc:creator>Geri Atric</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 00:39:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh dear, my sympathies to you Grannymar and to everyone else with similar horrible experiences.
There were quite a few incidences of dubious types trying to con their way into the ground floor flats (including my own) when I lived in Amsterdam. We always informed the police and one day they brought us all an envelope containing 'protection information', which largely consisted of telling us to 'never let strangers in' (duh..); a large sticker with 'beware of the dog' on it to put in the front room window(!) and an invisible ink marker pen, to write our house number and post code on all our valuables (assuming the crooks made it inside after all)!
I always slept with pepper spray next to my bed (not legal, but what the heck! ).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh dear, my sympathies to you Grannymar and to everyone else with similar horrible experiences.<br />
There were quite a few incidences of dubious types trying to con their way into the ground floor flats (including my own) when I lived in Amsterdam. We always informed the police and one day they brought us all an envelope containing &#8216;protection information&#8217;, which largely consisted of telling us to &#8216;never let strangers in&#8217; (duh..); a large sticker with &#8216;beware of the dog&#8217; on it to put in the front room window(!) and an invisible ink marker pen, to write our house number and post code on all our valuables (assuming the crooks made it inside after all)!<br />
I always slept with pepper spray next to my bed (not legal, but what the heck! ).</p>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12990</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:10:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Lottie - That young man's mother should hav put him sitting in the ants nest!

@Nancy - I regularly have fast food deliveries to my door - never for me.  I don't open my door at night unless I recognise the person's voice or an expecting someone to call.  Friends usually call first, especially on dark winter nights.

@Darlene - When we were young, children were not thought to have feelings.  In many cases they were not believed.  Thankfully nowadays things are different and children are allowed to have feelings, talk about bereavement and abuse.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Lottie - That young man&#8217;s mother should hav put him sitting in the ants nest!</p>
<p>@Nancy - I regularly have fast food deliveries to my door - never for me.  I don&#8217;t open my door at night unless I recognise the person&#8217;s voice or an expecting someone to call.  Friends usually call first, especially on dark winter nights.</p>
<p>@Darlene - When we were young, children were not thought to have feelings.  In many cases they were not believed.  Thankfully nowadays things are different and children are allowed to have feelings, talk about bereavement and abuse.</p>
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		<title>By: Darlene</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12989</link>
		<dc:creator>Darlene</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a childhood incident, but tattle-tale that I was, I told my Mom and the guy was obviously confronted, because he avoided me like the plague after that. Mom never mentioned it again and it would have been so helpful if I could have talked it out.  I just think adults didn't know how to discuss things like that with children. 

I also had a boyfriend who turned into a stalker threatening to kill me. He did try to choke me and I was terrified.  I know now that his threats were probably a power play and he wouldn't have actually done the dirty deed.  I finally got rid of him because the man I was dating (who I later married) confronted him and threatened him.  Like all men of that ilk, my stalker was basically a coward and I never saw him again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a childhood incident, but tattle-tale that I was, I told my Mom and the guy was obviously confronted, because he avoided me like the plague after that. Mom never mentioned it again and it would have been so helpful if I could have talked it out.  I just think adults didn&#8217;t know how to discuss things like that with children. </p>
<p>I also had a boyfriend who turned into a stalker threatening to kill me. He did try to choke me and I was terrified.  I know now that his threats were probably a power play and he wouldn&#8217;t have actually done the dirty deed.  I finally got rid of him because the man I was dating (who I later married) confronted him and threatened him.  Like all men of that ilk, my stalker was basically a coward and I never saw him again.</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 12:53:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Grannymar,

Once, we rented an apartment in Florida for a holiday. At 10 P.M. one night the doorbell rang and I opened the door but left the chain on.

There was a pizza delivery man standing there with a pizza box in his arms. I told him we had not ordered anything and he confirmed the address. I said that's the right address but not our order.

At that he said that he could not go back to the shop with the pizza so we could have it free. Just open the door so I can give it to you. "No, thank you", said I. "We do not eat pizza". "Well, said he," Can I use your phone to call my boss and tell him what has happened?"  He was determined to get into the house.

At that point I simply closed and locked the door and called the police who later called back and told me that they had picked him up at another person's house using the same story to gain entry. Not only did he not work at the pizza shop, THE PIZZA BOX WAS EMPTY!!!!!

As the cop on "Hill Street Blues" used to say, "You be careful out there!"</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grannymar,</p>
<p>Once, we rented an apartment in Florida for a holiday. At 10 P.M. one night the doorbell rang and I opened the door but left the chain on.</p>
<p>There was a pizza delivery man standing there with a pizza box in his arms. I told him we had not ordered anything and he confirmed the address. I said that&#8217;s the right address but not our order.</p>
<p>At that he said that he could not go back to the shop with the pizza so we could have it free. Just open the door so I can give it to you. &#8220;No, thank you&#8221;, said I. &#8220;We do not eat pizza&#8221;. &#8220;Well, said he,&#8221; Can I use your phone to call my boss and tell him what has happened?&#8221;  He was determined to get into the house.</p>
<p>At that point I simply closed and locked the door and called the police who later called back and told me that they had picked him up at another person&#8217;s house using the same story to gain entry. Not only did he not work at the pizza shop, THE PIZZA BOX WAS EMPTY!!!!!</p>
<p>As the cop on &#8220;Hill Street Blues&#8221; used to say, &#8220;You be careful out there!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Lottie</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12982</link>
		<dc:creator>Lottie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 12:07:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Steph - Don't they though!

It was awful actually because my mother went storming in to the neighbours screaming at the mother to come see what her son had done.  I of course was screaming that the ants were still on me and my mum had me in my panties in the back garden hosing my down with the garden hose.  The mortification continued.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Steph - Don&#8217;t they though!</p>
<p>It was awful actually because my mother went storming in to the neighbours screaming at the mother to come see what her son had done.  I of course was screaming that the ants were still on me and my mum had me in my panties in the back garden hosing my down with the garden hose.  The mortification continued.</p>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12981</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 11:52:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Nick - Stalking is a horrible experience, but no way near as bad as the first one.

@Tatoca - How awful for you to be faced with men with guns.  I am pleased you were unharmed.

@Lottie - How awful for you.  At 9,12, 18 or 20 I had no 'boobies' to feel! :lol:  Thankfully we were able to leave these incidents behind and get on with our lives and find love and true happiness.

@Steph - *smack* Ants in your pants are no fun! :lol:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Nick - Stalking is a horrible experience, but no way near as bad as the first one.</p>
<p>@Tatoca - How awful for you to be faced with men with guns.  I am pleased you were unharmed.</p>
<p>@Lottie - How awful for you.  At 9,12, 18 or 20 I had no &#8216;boobies&#8217; to feel! <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif' alt=':lol:' class='wp-smiley' />  Thankfully we were able to leave these incidents behind and get on with our lives and find love and true happiness.</p>
<p>@Steph - *smack* Ants in your pants are no fun! <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif' alt=':lol:' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: steph</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12980</link>
		<dc:creator>steph</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 11:45:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@ Lottie

You've just given a whole new meaning to having...

"ants in your pants" :lol:

It's not a laughing matter, I know.  Boys have a lot to answer for!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@ Lottie</p>
<p>You&#8217;ve just given a whole new meaning to having&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;ants in your pants&#8221; <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif' alt=':lol:' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>It&#8217;s not a laughing matter, I know.  Boys have a lot to answer for!</p>
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		<title>By: Lottie</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/08/22/muggins/#comment-12976</link>
		<dc:creator>Lottie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 11:31:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>GM thats terrible. 

As you say memories awakened by blogs. I had a similar experience to your first one when I was about 9 when my curious next door neighbour decided he wanted to know what "boobies" felt like. I ended up landing in an ants nets trying to protect my modesty.  There's a lot more to your story than mine and yours sounds horrendous you poor thing but it was a scary experience and one I am even a little embarrassed to admit to.  Silly isn't it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>GM thats terrible. </p>
<p>As you say memories awakened by blogs. I had a similar experience to your first one when I was about 9 when my curious next door neighbour decided he wanted to know what &#8220;boobies&#8221; felt like. I ended up landing in an ants nets trying to protect my modesty.  There&#8217;s a lot more to your story than mine and yours sounds horrendous you poor thing but it was a scary experience and one I am even a little embarrassed to admit to.  Silly isn&#8217;t it!</p>
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