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  <title>Hummingbird's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I'm an adult. I'm a woman. I work.  I live.  That's really all anyone needs to know.  Right? </subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-13T02:26:41Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Downtime for the Dragon</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s see, this is the Year of the Pig, right? That gives me five years before I&amp;#8217;m on again. All the celebrations aside, thousands of Chinese New Year events and the accompanying responsibility of shaping of millions upon millions of personalities and their futures take a lot out of a dragon.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Sure, we&amp;#8217;re majestic&amp;#8230; and magical. But, not just any animal can do what we do. Especially, if you&amp;#8217;re an introvert. What do I do with myself in the &amp;#8220;down years?&amp;#8221; I recuperate. Rejuvenate. Recharge.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Luckily, I married a monkey. There are some who say that Monkeys make horrible spouses. Not so in my case. Where I&amp;#8217;m quiet and reserved, my little monkey is a real chatterer and into everything. Of course, the year of the Monkey was just three years ago, so my luv was a bit distracted. That&amp;#8217;s okay. As I said. I&amp;#8217;m an introvert. Just leave me alone in my cave by the sea. I love the ocean mist.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Oh, my name? Puff.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-03-13T22:51:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T02:26:41Z</updated>
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      <name>Hummingbird</name>
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    <title type="text">Do As I Say Not As I Do</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Monkeys make horrible spouses,&amp;#8221; I whispered to my daughter. &amp;#8220;If I told you once, I told you a million times.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But, I looooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee him!&amp;#8221; She stamped her foot, grabbed for the stuffed animal, and ran toward the cash register. &amp;#8220;Besides. Daddy was a monkey.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Exactly,&amp;#8221; I responded, opening up my wallet. &amp;#8220;Let&amp;#8217;s see&amp;#8230; cash or charge, honey? I promise it will be one or the other.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-03-11T15:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-18T03:34:55Z</updated>
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      <name>Hummingbird</name>
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