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	<title>Yes, I want cake. &#187; #3</title>
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		<title>#3…again.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[almond butter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[artichoke hearts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[carrots]]></category>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never knew that feet could hurt as much as mine do. I really don&#8217;t want to be a grumbler – but <em>holy cow</em>, my throbbing feet are just about the worst part of my pregnancy thus far. (Minus the throwing up for 3 months.) I think I&#8217;m going to start sitting at my desk and propping my tootsies up on top of all my papers/projector/pencils while I teach. I&#8217;m sure the kids will love it.</p>
<p><strong>Breakfast<br />
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<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again1.jpg" alt="" /><strong><br />
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<p>Oats like my mama used to make – with butter (earth balance), brown sugar, raisins, milk and cinnamon. The perfect combo.</p>
<p>kiwi on the side</p>
<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again2.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><strong>Lunch<br />
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<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again3.jpg" alt="" /><strong><br />
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<p><em>Carrots, celery, almond butter, toasted millet bread, and milk<br />
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<p>I saved the almond butter for the carrots</p>
<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again4.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>Plus I ate two apples about an hour after lunch.<strong><br />
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<p><strong>Dinner<br />
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<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again5.jpg" alt="" /><strong><br />
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<p>I made <a href="http://culinaryarts.about.com/od/ricegrains/r/risotto.htm">basic risotto</a> and then threw in artichokes hearts, peas, edamame, and some lemon zest.</p>
<p><img src="http://yesiwantcake.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/012511_0223_3again6.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><strong>It was so good</strong>. In fact, it was good enough to make me forget all about my aching feet.</p>
<p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:16pt;">In the 3<sup>rd</sup> grade world…<br />
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<p><a href="http://culinaryarts.about.com/od/ricegrains/r/risotto.htm"><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;">Remember the girl who went #3?</span></a><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;"> Well, it happened again today. I was teaching a lesson when she came up and whispered:<br />
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<p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;"><strong><em>Mrs. Unger, I just went number #3 in the bathroom, and I think I have to go again.</em><br />
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<p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;">I told her to hustle to the restroom and take care of it – meanwhile, I worked up my courage to ask her what #3 really was. Later in the day, she came up and asked for a nurse&#8217;s pass because her stomach hurt and she had gone #3 again. So I blurted it out…<strong><em><br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;"><strong><em>What exactly is #3??<br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:12pt;">Turns out, the girl had the trots.</span></p>
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