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		<title>By: Maureen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maureen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 20:32:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think it was so sad how many women got nothing for Valentines day. Me included. 
Boo hoo
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think it was so sad how many women got nothing for Valentines day. Me included.<br />
Boo hoo<br />
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		<title>By: OneHotTamale25</title>
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		<dc:creator>OneHotTamale25</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 09:17:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I couldn&#039;t think of any bad gifts I have received because I have probably only received about 5 or so in the span of my lifetime. Kathy definitely got my vote on this one. Her experience read like it was extremely traumatizing. Sarah is definitely second. I am impressed she is still married. She is courageous and committed!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I couldn&#8217;t think of any bad gifts I have received because I have probably only received about 5 or so in the span of my lifetime. Kathy definitely got my vote on this one. Her experience read like it was extremely traumatizing. Sarah is definitely second. I am impressed she is still married. She is courageous and committed!</p>
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		<title>By: Laurie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laurie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 23:07:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alisa, am so honored to be a judge!!

Ok this isn&#039;t an entry, and (luckily) it&#039;s never been &quot;given&quot; to me ....but yesterday I stopped to get gas on my way home from work.  Next to the gas station is Mini Price Self Storage.  You know those signs that include a place for changeable letters so that a business can post different messages to potential customers?  Well this is what this one said and, of course!, I immediately thought of your contest:

&quot;Give Your Valentine The Space She Has Asking For&quot; 

Yep.  Nothing says romance &amp; love more than giving your loved one a storage unit.

Let me know about judging ....can&#039;t wait!
.-= Laurie´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://youmusttakeyourchance.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-conclusions.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Two Conclusions&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alisa, am so honored to be a judge!!</p>
<p>Ok this isn&#8217;t an entry, and (luckily) it&#8217;s never been &#8220;given&#8221; to me &#8230;.but yesterday I stopped to get gas on my way home from work.  Next to the gas station is Mini Price Self Storage.  You know those signs that include a place for changeable letters so that a business can post different messages to potential customers?  Well this is what this one said and, of course!, I immediately thought of your contest:</p>
<p>&#8220;Give Your Valentine The Space She Has Asking For&#8221; </p>
<p>Yep.  Nothing says romance &amp; love more than giving your loved one a storage unit.</p>
<p>Let me know about judging &#8230;.can&#8217;t wait!<br />
.-= Laurie´s last blog ..<a target="_blank" href="http://youmusttakeyourchance.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-conclusions.html"  rel="nofollow">Two Conclusions</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 20:10:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sam - that&#039;s  a great idea! Great attitude too. 

We celebrate the 12th (today) - anniversary of our first date. Sweet hubby is hit or miss but this year he got me flowers and chocolate from my favorite chocolatier here in Madison, WI (Gail Ambrosius chocolate rocks!).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sam &#8211; that&#8217;s  a great idea! Great attitude too. </p>
<p>We celebrate the 12th (today) &#8211; anniversary of our first date. Sweet hubby is hit or miss but this year he got me flowers and chocolate from my favorite chocolatier here in Madison, WI (Gail Ambrosius chocolate rocks!).</p>
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		<title>By: Sam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 19:33:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just want to say that Mr. Sam is a wonderful, loving husband but he sucks at giving gifts.  This past Christmas, I got myself gifts b/c I was tired of not getting anything to unwrap, I&#039;m planning the same for Valentine&#039;s Day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just want to say that Mr. Sam is a wonderful, loving husband but he sucks at giving gifts.  This past Christmas, I got myself gifts b/c I was tired of not getting anything to unwrap, I&#8217;m planning the same for Valentine&#8217;s Day.</p>
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		<title>By: Alisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 17:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This contest is now closed. Any comments made after this point will not be counted or judged. I will be announcing the winner soon. Thanks for entering everyone!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This contest is now closed. Any comments made after this point will not be counted or judged. I will be announcing the winner soon. Thanks for entering everyone!</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 04:53:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You didn&#039;t specify that the &quot;worst Valentine&#039;s gift ever&quot; had to be one we received, so I&#039;ll enter this contest by telling about the &quot;worst Valentine&#039;s gift ever&quot; I gave someone.

I had dated this guy--we&#039;ll call him Bill--for nearly 4 years. For a couple months, I had wrestled with the idea of ending things with him. The day before Valentine&#039;s Day, I stood in the shower, and I just knew I had to break up with him, that whatever we might have once had together had ended. 

However, one might say I waffled because I decided I just couldn&#039;t break up with him on Valentine&#039;s Day. That would be cruel and unusual, right? Instead, I bought him a pocket knife. Subconsciously, I hoped he&#039;d see the symbolism, a cutting off. 

I walked into his apartment, accepted his gift, and handed him the knife. When he tried to kiss me and be romantic, I couldn&#039;t really respond. I left him alone there with his knife that night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You didn&#8217;t specify that the &#8220;worst Valentine&#8217;s gift ever&#8221; had to be one we received, so I&#8217;ll enter this contest by telling about the &#8220;worst Valentine&#8217;s gift ever&#8221; I gave someone.</p>
<p>I had dated this guy&#8211;we&#8217;ll call him Bill&#8211;for nearly 4 years. For a couple months, I had wrestled with the idea of ending things with him. The day before Valentine&#8217;s Day, I stood in the shower, and I just knew I had to break up with him, that whatever we might have once had together had ended. </p>
<p>However, one might say I waffled because I decided I just couldn&#8217;t break up with him on Valentine&#8217;s Day. That would be cruel and unusual, right? Instead, I bought him a pocket knife. Subconsciously, I hoped he&#8217;d see the symbolism, a cutting off. </p>
<p>I walked into his apartment, accepted his gift, and handed him the knife. When he tried to kiss me and be romantic, I couldn&#8217;t really respond. I left him alone there with his knife that night.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeanne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 20:28:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The worst Valentine&#039;s day gift I ever got was not actually a gift for me.  My now ex-husband and I were in the process of mediation -- on the way to divorce -- when I found a receipt for porn he ordered for himself.  Interesting to note that one of the reasons for our divorce was that for 12 out of the 14 years that we had been married -- we hadn&#039;t had sex (his choice, not mine).  It just felt like a slap in the face.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The worst Valentine&#8217;s day gift I ever got was not actually a gift for me.  My now ex-husband and I were in the process of mediation &#8212; on the way to divorce &#8212; when I found a receipt for porn he ordered for himself.  Interesting to note that one of the reasons for our divorce was that for 12 out of the 14 years that we had been married &#8212; we hadn&#8217;t had sex (his choice, not mine).  It just felt like a slap in the face.</p>
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		<title>By: Teresa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 23:08:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Valentine&#039;s Day was a Sunday that year...overcast, weather not looking good.  I put out treats, big balloons, candy and cards for the hubby and kids on the kitchen table the night before, like I do every year, so they could all ooh and aah over the love showered on them.  For me on the table? NOTHING - not even a card from the kids (which every mother knows that daddy has to have given some concious thought to the holiday in order to buy the cards for the kids to give mom in the first place.)  Off to church we go, in which I am sure I my prayers went something like &quot;God, how bad is it that I am totally pissed off at my husband in church?&quot;  On the way home, I ask &quot;Did you get me a card?&quot;  Answer: &quot;No.&quot; (not in a mean way, but in a nonchalant way, like it still hadn&#039;t hit him what the display on the kitchen table was for)  We all get home from church (Walgreens is around the corner from church, btw.  Helloooo-stop for a card?), me now absolutely sad.  I proceed to put on crummy yard clothes and go out in the POURING RAIN for about and hour and a half so I can dig up dead shrubs I had been meaning to get to anyway, and I can cry as long and loud as I want and so the tears will blend in with the rain.  Finally he must realize that its a little weird his wife has been out in the rain for so long, comes out and see his wife upset and feels really bad.  Never did get any cards that day, but have received flowers and cards every year since.  Girls, there is hope for Mr. Oblivious syndrome!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day was a Sunday that year&#8230;overcast, weather not looking good.  I put out treats, big balloons, candy and cards for the hubby and kids on the kitchen table the night before, like I do every year, so they could all ooh and aah over the love showered on them.  For me on the table? NOTHING &#8211; not even a card from the kids (which every mother knows that daddy has to have given some concious thought to the holiday in order to buy the cards for the kids to give mom in the first place.)  Off to church we go, in which I am sure I my prayers went something like &#8220;God, how bad is it that I am totally pissed off at my husband in church?&#8221;  On the way home, I ask &#8220;Did you get me a card?&#8221;  Answer: &#8220;No.&#8221; (not in a mean way, but in a nonchalant way, like it still hadn&#8217;t hit him what the display on the kitchen table was for)  We all get home from church (Walgreens is around the corner from church, btw.  Helloooo-stop for a card?), me now absolutely sad.  I proceed to put on crummy yard clothes and go out in the POURING RAIN for about and hour and a half so I can dig up dead shrubs I had been meaning to get to anyway, and I can cry as long and loud as I want and so the tears will blend in with the rain.  Finally he must realize that its a little weird his wife has been out in the rain for so long, comes out and see his wife upset and feels really bad.  Never did get any cards that day, but have received flowers and cards every year since.  Girls, there is hope for Mr. Oblivious syndrome!</p>
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		<title>By: PumpkinSeed</title>
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		<dc:creator>PumpkinSeed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:53:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have had quite a bit of horror Valentines. One year the guy I was seeing then, asked me to not get him anything so he wouldn&#039;t have to get me anything. There&#039;s also one that had one of his buddies came over on Valentine to play video games. Let not forget the &quot;Can we split the bill?&quot; one too. 

My last one could top the chart: My &#039;ex&#039; decided that he didn&#039;t want to be in a relationship anymore. We broke up the night before and I ended up leaving his place with all my stuff on the morning of Valentine&#039;s Day. Heartbroken and upset; I went home and had a bottle of wine to myself, while getting ready. Not sure what the heck I was getting all dressed up for .... anywho, finished the bottle around 11 am (not the best idea at all)

Roommate came home with her mom; had absolutely no idea what was going on with me. Me on the other hand, trying to be on my best non-drunk/happy face to chat with her mom. Who was telling us girls that its ok to be alone on Valentine and we are great etc etc. Finally she left --- then I convinced my roommate to have a drink with me and then go out. So she did. Well, I blacked out by 2 pm and passed out til 10 pm. No idea what had happened til days later when my roommate showed me a pic of me in my dress sleeping in the bathtub. 

To make it worse (or better)... I am still not over my ex. I&#039;m still trying to make thing work and this Valentine will be a year of me trying to get back together. Its like all the hearts, balloons, red and pink colors, romantic cards and flowers is not enough - did you know they have a special card section at Safeway dedicated to the &quot;Love in Trouble&quot; category. And yes, I bought one of those cards. oh boy... 

I miss that feeling... Don&#039;t get me wrong, my &#039;ex&#039; is a great guy and I still think Valentine is special :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have had quite a bit of horror Valentines. One year the guy I was seeing then, asked me to not get him anything so he wouldn&#8217;t have to get me anything. There&#8217;s also one that had one of his buddies came over on Valentine to play video games. Let not forget the &#8220;Can we split the bill?&#8221; one too. </p>
<p>My last one could top the chart: My &#8216;ex&#8217; decided that he didn&#8217;t want to be in a relationship anymore. We broke up the night before and I ended up leaving his place with all my stuff on the morning of Valentine&#8217;s Day. Heartbroken and upset; I went home and had a bottle of wine to myself, while getting ready. Not sure what the heck I was getting all dressed up for &#8230;. anywho, finished the bottle around 11 am (not the best idea at all)</p>
<p>Roommate came home with her mom; had absolutely no idea what was going on with me. Me on the other hand, trying to be on my best non-drunk/happy face to chat with her mom. Who was telling us girls that its ok to be alone on Valentine and we are great etc etc. Finally she left &#8212; then I convinced my roommate to have a drink with me and then go out. So she did. Well, I blacked out by 2 pm and passed out til 10 pm. No idea what had happened til days later when my roommate showed me a pic of me in my dress sleeping in the bathtub. </p>
<p>To make it worse (or better)&#8230; I am still not over my ex. I&#8217;m still trying to make thing work and this Valentine will be a year of me trying to get back together. Its like all the hearts, balloons, red and pink colors, romantic cards and flowers is not enough &#8211; did you know they have a special card section at Safeway dedicated to the &#8220;Love in Trouble&#8221; category. And yes, I bought one of those cards. oh boy&#8230; </p>
<p>I miss that feeling&#8230; Don&#8217;t get me wrong, my &#8216;ex&#8217; is a great guy and I still think Valentine is special <img src='http://www.projecthappilyeverafter.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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