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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.in-gender.com/cs/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Mature Mamas</title><link>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/175.aspx</link><description /><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Debug Build: 20917.1142)</generator><item><title>Re: One Liners for us oldies</title><link>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/thread/267971.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 08:49:05 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">98f8303f-e5ee-4260-b4ef-b1490162acf4:267971</guid><dc:creator>oh4agirl</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/thread/267971.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/commentrss.aspx?SectionID=175&amp;PostID=267971</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Too funny jjn.&amp;nbsp; My in-laws are always going to the specialist and the drs and blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; They really revolve their lives around it and I think they enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; I can&amp;#39;t ever imagine enjoying a visit to the doctors, but they are old and lonely&lt;img src="http://www.in-gender.com/cs/emoticons/Confused.gif" alt="Tongue Tied" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Liners for us oldies</title><link>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/thread/267890.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:08:58 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">98f8303f-e5ee-4260-b4ef-b1490162acf4:267890</guid><dc:creator>jjn</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/thread/267890.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.in-gender.com/cs/forums/commentrss.aspx?SectionID=175&amp;PostID=267890</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;You know you are over the hill when: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You find yourself beginning to like accordion music.&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;#39;re sitting on a park bench and a Boy Scout comes up and helps you cross your legs.&lt;br /&gt;Your underware starts creeping up on you--and you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;You light the candles on your birthday cake and a group of campers form a circle &amp;amp; start singing &amp;quot;Kumbaya&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;When the birthday candles cost more than the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Someone compliments you on your layered look --and you are wearing a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why you waited so long to take up macrame.&lt;br /&gt;Your back goes out more than you do.&lt;br /&gt;Your insurance company has started sending their free calendars -- a month at a time.&lt;br /&gt;At cafeterias, you complain that the jello is too tough.&lt;br /&gt;One of the throw pillows on your bed is a hot-water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy hearing about other peoples operations.&lt;br /&gt;You think the Weather channel&amp;#39;s just the neatest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Lawn care has become a big thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You find your self singing along with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;When getting a little action means your prune juice is working.&lt;br /&gt;You start saying &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not 40, I&amp;#39;m 18 with 22 years experience&amp;quot;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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