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	<title>Comments on: The Case Loader</title>
	<link>http://farmerswife.farmnet.com.au/2008/02/19/the-case-loader/</link>
	<description>A Fortunate life</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 22:33:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: dnlswain</title>
		<link>http://farmerswife.farmnet.com.au/2008/02/19/the-case-loader/#comment-5</link>
		<dc:creator>dnlswain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 03:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, 

I think you are terrific - you can still smile amongst the tough times.  

I had to learn how to use a JD Loader recently or else pick up rocks.  I chose the driving side of the deal.  No experience what so ever but how hard could it be.  I listened and thought I took all the instructions in.  Everything was going well.. following along as hubby picked up rocks in fallow ground ready for planting.  At last the bucket was full and ready to unload.  Unfortunately I hit the wrong button.  The rocks got unloaded alright but not quite where hubby had intended.  The look I received was intense.  It was a hot afternoon and it suddenly got hotter... or it appeared to from inside an airconditioned cab.  I decided to discreetly retire to rock picking duties and practise my front end loader skills another day.

Best of luck and keep smiling.

Linda</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, </p>
<p>I think you are terrific - you can still smile amongst the tough times.  </p>
<p>I had to learn how to use a JD Loader recently or else pick up rocks.  I chose the driving side of the deal.  No experience what so ever but how hard could it be.  I listened and thought I took all the instructions in.  Everything was going well.. following along as hubby picked up rocks in fallow ground ready for planting.  At last the bucket was full and ready to unload.  Unfortunately I hit the wrong button.  The rocks got unloaded alright but not quite where hubby had intended.  The look I received was intense.  It was a hot afternoon and it suddenly got hotter&#8230; or it appeared to from inside an airconditioned cab.  I decided to discreetly retire to rock picking duties and practise my front end loader skills another day.</p>
<p>Best of luck and keep smiling.</p>
<p>Linda</p>
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