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  <title>Dr. Mommy</title>
  <subtitle>an adventure in progress</subtitle>
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    <name>Quianca</name>
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  <updated>2006-04-22T13:57:44Z</updated>
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    <title>Saturday am</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T13:57:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Am watching CD play with a set of measuring cups, and it dawns on me, he's not a baby anymore, he's a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) refuses to eat mushy baby food, and is starting to want us not to give him his food in little chunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) stinky little feet when he wears shoes all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) that mischievous little grin when he's about to do something he's totally aware he's not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  the silence that ensues when he gets out of sight, and is up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times though, he still wants to cuddle and he still loves his binky and blanket.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:18627</id>
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    <title>Well, it's been forever.</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T01:21:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-21T01:21:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">As I read other folks journals on a daily basis it occurs to me that there are millions of little things that I know I'll forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also became aware of the fact that it takes 21 days to form a habit...  SO, let's try an experiment.  I will endeavor to blog every evening, just a few sentences about CD, right after he goes to bed (as I log on the computer anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, CD held his little hands out in the "i don't know" gesture, when I said "where did it go?"  which was super cute.  I've never seen him do that before.  At about 12 months, I thought he said "all done" a few times but he's been babbling uncontrollably, and unrecognizably since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading about the uncomfortable urge we have to compare our children to other kids of the same age, Julie has been commenting on it in "a little pregnant" lately, about Charlie.  CD is also in the hugemongus baby category- rolled over only at 10 months, crawled at 10.5ish, and is just now at 15 months taking his drunken sailor steps, and cruising.  As terita's kids are the exact same actual age as CD (can't remember if they were full term or not, CD is a 36 weeker, so barely preemie), I always compare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr mommy</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:18403</id>
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    <title>LLLLLong week</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T16:12:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-25T16:12:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everytime I sat down to blog this week, my efforts were stumped by a wiggly, crying, hungry unconsolaboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues was my first dentist appt since becoming pregnant.  I was worried, as I wasn't able to brush my teeth for most of my pregnancy (well I could, but it was a guarantee for throwing up.)  But my teeth have come through with shining colors, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started mommy and me yoga this week.  It was really fun, although it's more about putting several mommy's and babies into a room together for bonding than it is about yoga.  cd is the smallest baby there.  Note to self:  try to feed right before yoga, so we don't have to do it there. (additional note to self:  out of 6 mommies, we saw 5 boobies on Tuesday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, I worked all day, and baby had the day with daddy.  We had an off-site meeting that I really felt I should be a part of.  It was hard to be focused on work all day on 3 hours of sleep a night.  As a result I've been exausted, and have not been able to catch up.  (I suspect this is a preview of life when I go back to work in 6 weeks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs we had our pedi appt.  (the one I forgot to go to last week), and we weigh 9lbs 8oz!  So we're now in the 25% percentile for weight, and the 50% percentile for height.  Also got our HepB second shot.  Other than that, the doc was in a hurry, so we didn't do much chatting.  Still not entirely sure about the practice.  I don't think I like the nurse, but still figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cd also didn't sleep after the 4 ish feeding Tues, Wed, or Thurs, so I am exausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, nothing to do today, except go to the grocery.  Whew.  What a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also bought new running shoes, in a bigger size, as my feet have grown a half a size, so hopefully running will get easier)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:17958</id>
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    <title>Good Baby</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T00:13:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T00:13:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So after many screaming hours last night (from 7-1:45), the baby was really good since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tested today how much the kid is getting out of the boobie, and how much he's eating.  The magic answer is between 3.25 and 3.75oz.  So that's good.  I was worried that the reason he's wanted to eat more frequently is that the food supply was inadequate.  Not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realised today that the baby had an appointment 2 days ago.  oops.  So in 3 appointments since his birth, I went a day early to the second one, and completely forgot about this one. (they must think I'm an idiot).  The rumors about mommyhood stealing your brain must be true (good thing I didn't go along with the DH's idea to get pregnant while writing my thesis, what a disaster THAT would have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to enjoy a non-screaming baby, and keep my fingers crossed that the trend continues!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:17858</id>
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    <title>So Sleepy</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T23:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T23:59:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night, cd screamed, (unconsoalboy... red faced, squinty eyes, the whole deal) for like 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the first freak he's had.  Dr. Mommy didn't get hardly any sleep.  Plus he's decided that 2 hours between feedings is preferred &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, once it was over, he did sleep, like the dead.  (meaning I got up to check on his cause it's unlike him to sleep so quietly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, I didn't get more than 2 hours of sleep in a row last night.  UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take a field trip today and went out to lunch at Chevy's with DH and J, so that was our first restraunt trip.  C.D. slept the whole time.  Then we went to Barnes and Noble, and bought "goodnight moon" and "are you my mother?", and for mommy, the book, "My honeymoon with my brother", which looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I can survive with this little sleep, before I go completely loony?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:17480</id>
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    <title>teeny baby snores</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T13:51:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T13:51:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>baby snuffles and snores</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Another batch of sleep for me! cd slept through his 1am feeding, which meant I slept from 11 until almost 4!!  You may notice that I appear sleep obsessed, which, well, I am. And he went to sleep immediately after the 4am feeding, in his OWN crib, no less.  Hurrah for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be in the mid to upper 50's today, so I am planning on running, when J arrives this afternoon.  (J is my lifesaving friend, who comes over Tues and Thur afternoon to give me a break, which I cannot appreciate enough.  She also has 7, yes 7, children, and therefore has a great calming influence.  I also suspect it's good for her, cause all her babies are grown, and she get's to mommy for a few hours a week)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being really heavy is pissing me off.  I was 168lbs when I got pregnant (which is about 15-20lbs over where I wanted to be), and then I gained a little over 50lbs (to equal 221 lbs!) while pregnant (and I threw up EVERY single day, so I can't imagine what a blimp I'dve been if I felt better).  I came home from the hospital at 205, and have now (5 weeks later) hit 193.  But blah, 193.  And yes, I've read all the books which say 9 months on, 9 months off, doesn't mean I have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to weigh less than both my husband and my dog.  (don't panic, I have an english mastiff who weighs 165, so it's a reasonable goal)  So I'm running 3 times a week (Tues/Thurs/one weekend day), when possible, and then doing activity in the house (walking up and down the stairs, doing aerobics, squats, etc.) with the peanut every chance I get, and I've bought a kickboxing DVD to try. When I go back to work, I can use the gym there, which should be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the above all hinges on the peanut, and his sleep patterns.  So I'll go now and watch his little eyelashes flutter as he gives little teeny baby snores, and hope that he's wakeful during the day!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:17400</id>
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    <title>Foul Play</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T18:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T18:24:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ready to Take a Chance Again- Barry Manilow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The peanut is asleep, wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sleep during the day, but I just can't.  So I'm eating a sandwich and watching Foul Play, which is such a great movie.  I am a movie fanatic, not that I watch all the "classics" or anything like that, I just love movies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show "coming attractions" on E, is my crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch a movie I like again and again (good thing, since TNT and TBS are now in the habit of showing movies OVER and over.)  But I digress, foul play is such a fun movie, with cheesy Barry Manilow songs, and Goldie Hawn in a great 1970's do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have the stroller frame for the car seat, I am freeeeee,  free to go places that don't have shopping carts.  Where shall I go today?  Maybe the mall, maybe Borders, it's so nice to have choices.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:17073</id>
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    <title>happy heart day</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T15:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T15:25:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just realised it's valentines day.  Actually, only realised it when I turned on the TV and Ellen has couples on today who have been married fcr more than 40 years, some of them for more than 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a relative youngster in that crowd (only married 11 years), it's so nice to see marrages that work, as there is so much negative press about divorce etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't celebrate valentines day in our house (although I'm going to try to get cd to celebrate it with his mommy!)  DH doesn't believe in valentines day. (and now before you think "what a bad husband", he does celebrate both our wedding anniversary and the anniversary of when we met, and is quite romantic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy heart day to everyone out there, I'm off to celebrate it with my teeny-weeny little boy, who is just now figuring out that his hands are attached to his body- so I don't think he'll "get" it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:16856</id>
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    <title>3.3 miles of suckyness</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T22:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-13T22:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ran today.  v. hard, but at least i did it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:16482</id>
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    <title>Sleep Glorious Sleep</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T14:34:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T18:18:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mary Chapin Carpenter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So last night, my DH took a middle of the night feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 5.5 hours IN A ROW.... followed by 2.5 hours...  I feel like a brand new person!!  That's the most sleep I've had in more than 5 weeks (and actually much longer than that- I didn't sleep hardly at all the last month of my pregnancy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not working at the moment, I've been doing all of the middle of the night feeding (also since I'm the one with the boobs, I have the food supply)&lt;br /&gt;Which I might point out is totally not fair (the having of the boobs and food supply, not the middle of the night feeding).  So I enlisted the pump during the day, and managed to get 3.5oz out, and the DH supplimented with some formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm watching Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood (probably one of the only shows I always watch, happy news.) and having a cup of tea.  Everyone else is asleep, the DH upstairs, cd next to me on a pillow, the dog in the sun at my feet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:16321</id>
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    <title>The format of this journal is about to change.... just like my life</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T17:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T17:11:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Trading Spaces-</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As it's been more than a year-ish since I posted, obviously I had nothing to chat about before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a mommy.  What a simple statement to encompass such a HUGE change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gobbling up the mommy-blogs that are out there, so I've decided to become a blogging mommy.  I am a PhD scientist, and have been pretty into my career up until now, and this new development in my life should be an interesting juxtaposition to being a mommy.  Therefore this is the journal of Dr. Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of today my son, cd is just over 5 weeks old.  In some ways I can remember not being sleep deprived, but it seems like another life, in a far far away place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that are different; I'll just list the top ones for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  3.5 hours of sleep is a good thing, not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Not being pregnant is a great thing&lt;br /&gt;3)  "breast-feeding doesn't hurt" -who ever said that didn't have breasts.&lt;br /&gt;4)  going to the grocery store (or anywhere outside of the house) is now a big  event&lt;br /&gt;5)  I never want to see my pregnancy pants ever again, however, I don't fit into anything else, which means I am constantly in my scooby-doo pajama bottoms, attractive.&lt;br /&gt;6)  newborns are boring.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;7)  daytime TV is dire.&lt;br /&gt;8)  baby feet are the cutest&lt;br /&gt;9)  a 6lb baby and a 165lb dog can sleep on the same couch or bed safely&lt;br /&gt;10) learning to diaper a baby boy so he doesn't pee all over you or himself is a learned trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my list for now, I'll be updating more as time goes on, as well as a retrospective of the pregnancy (which will consist mostly of me bitching, so feel free to skip that), and the first few weeks, which are quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. Mommy</content>
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    <title>Wireless Rocks.</title>
    <published>2004-05-03T23:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T23:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sitting on my couch in my living room- surfing the net and watching Friends.  We finally, after much ado, have wireless internet in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have really been good about the moving of my work hours earlier, so I'm getting to work at 6:30 (which means I leave the house at the ungodly hour of 5:20- thank goodness I don't have to dress-up at work), and then I've been leaving between 4 and 4:30. Doesn't matter so much on days like today, cause of the rain, but when it's nice, I get several hours of light to hang out on the deck and in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Panda is asleep to my right, and HTD to the left, with big doggy snores and little kitty snores, and I'm in the middle.  If only the little guy would come in and hang out with us.</content>
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    <title>Raining Monday AM</title>
    <published>2004-05-03T12:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T12:09:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Miserable start to the week here, cool and rainy and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a zillion plates to image and analyze, such is the life of screening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 13 going on 30 yesterday- cute, what I would call a sunday afternoon movie.  the kind they show on TBS or TNT a zillion times.  Was enjoyable, and Mark Ruffalo, well, he's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Mark over for dinner, was good to see him again, he's looking very fit these days.  Love sitting out on the deck, watching the moon come up and chatting with old friends,  life really is good then.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:15512</id>
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    <title>Surfacing again..........</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T23:16:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T23:16:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As is usual, I've dropped out of sight. Gotta stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have finally sent the final thesis off to Scotland.  At 234 pages, I am finally a doctor.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am enjoying having a garden finally, and seeing stuff starting to grow.  I've got peas this year, apparently the chipmunks have gone elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful to try my hand a a bit of fic now that I don't have the science writing to consume me with guilt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quianca:15310</id>
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    <title>dinner in the city</title>
    <published>2004-02-15T20:41:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-15T20:41:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had a lovely dinner for Valentines Day with the bossage, the spouse of bossage, another colleague and his wife, at a restraunt called Rue 57, at the corner of 57th and 6th.  Fab.  Fab, Fab, FAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food, wonderful service, and a really nice evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes takes me by suprise, this living near NYC.  At 10:00 last night I was driving through the heart of times square, and at 11:00 I was pulling into my driveway, where it's so quiet you could lay in the road and not worry about getting hit.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am spending the day cleaning up my hellhole of a house, and will be going into work for a short day tomorrow- to finish up my corrections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bright and sunny out, albeit really cold.  I think I'm ready for spring.</content>
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    <title>Stole the Firsts and Lasts meme</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T16:06:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T16:06:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- First job: corn detassling when I was 15, then Taco Bell when I was 16&lt;br /&gt;- First screen name: quianca tQC  &lt;br /&gt;- First funeral: my uncle when I was about 12&lt;br /&gt;- First pet: Ludwig von Doggie, and Scotch (both dogs, who were in my house when I was born and both lived to be about 16 and 17 years old, good to be a pet for my mom) It was Ludy who became my “ideal” for pets and what led me to get the ginourmus HTD (165lbs)&lt;br /&gt;- First piercing/tattoo: Normal ear piercing on my 16th birthday, and my earlobe ring when I was 32.&lt;br /&gt;- First credit card: LS Ayres&lt;br /&gt;- First "Real" Kiss: Kevin Moss when I was 15&lt;br /&gt;- First one that mattered: See above&lt;br /&gt;- First love: Rory Paquette- totally obsessed with the guy from 7th grade through my freshman year of college.  Sadly the real Rory never lived up to the Rory in my head.&lt;br /&gt;- First enemy: when we lived in Cinn, a girl named Kendra, who had a unicycle was mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;- First big trip: England and France when I was 16. (we traveled and lived all over the US when I was young, so it was never a HUGE deal, we went to San Fran when I was 12)&lt;br /&gt;- First concert: U2 Joshua Tree 1987- snuck out of school and drove to Indy with friends,  then didn’t get home until 4 am, and then wrecked my car the next day. &lt;br /&gt;- First musician you remember hearing in your house: Frank Sinatra or those of his ilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last car ride: the drive to work (ON A Saturday no less).&lt;br /&gt;- Last library book checked out: Homeport by Nora Roberts, on tape&lt;br /&gt;- Last movie watched: at the theatre, Miracle, on TV- Bend it Like Beckham&lt;br /&gt;- Last beverage drank: Diet Coke with Lime&lt;br /&gt;- Last food consumed: Egg and Bacon sandwich on wheat toast&lt;br /&gt;- Last phone call: My hubby at work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;- Last time showered: at the gym yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;- Last CD played: Third Eye Blind, self named CD&lt;br /&gt;- Last annoyance: HTD not coming in when called.&lt;br /&gt;- Last soda drank: Diet Coke with Lime- currently drinking&lt;br /&gt;- Last ice cream eaten: bite of hubbys fudgecycle last night</content>
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    <title>working on sat :-(</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T15:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T15:53:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Am at work-  transforming some gram postive bugs with our constructs, to try to get the *&amp;^% things to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read online that the WB is cancelling Angel, bummer.  Now I have no shows.  I HATE all the reality TV, and with Friends ending as well, I guess the only time (besides sports) that I'll turn on the TV is for CBS Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, went to the gym 4 times this week!  YAY me. Must be thinner and more fit for the trips this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be 50 degrees today.  Then 3 tomorrow.  How fucked up is that?  The hubby is working a 24hr shift, so I'm off into the city for dinner with the bosster and husband, and another colleague from work and his wife.  Should be fun.  If the bosster emails me where we're going.  (it's a big city, I don't think I'd find them otherwise!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must also email scotland about my thesis, it's finally just about ready to send in for binding.  I'm coming to work on Monday to finish it up. (we have presidents day off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sun out of my window, and it makes me cheery.</content>
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    <title>Worst Day Ever.</title>
    <published>2004-02-06T20:31:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-06T20:31:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night before I went home from work I got some v. awful news about a work thing that made me cry all night and only get 1 hour of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have spent the day hashing things out with the person who it involves and my boss, then just the person and me, and then just my boss and me, reiterated several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been through the ringer, and left to drip dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more I think about it, the more mad I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before.  Sometimes it sucks if you're the one who "rolls with the punches".  Make people think it's OK to punch.</content>
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    <title>I feel cool</title>
    <published>2004-02-05T14:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-05T14:10:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So last night I was driving home from the sushi place, with my weekly takeaway, and I stopped at the gas station to fill the mini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the kid working at the station, was one of those kids that you just know is really cool, hair, skateboarding clothes, and cool piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the gas guy/kid filled up the car (it's illegal here to fill it yourself, which is a law I love), looked at me funny and said, "who is that your listening to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Hundred Reasons, who are a band I saw at T in the Park, and then bought their album, and had been listening to Linkin Park when I pulled in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then preceded to ask me if I liked other bands and I actually knew and (mostly) liked the ones that he mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely do I get to be one of the cool kids (even if I'm MUCH older than they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel young.... (although I'm sure he was like, why does that old lady like this music??) :-)</content>
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    <title>Just checking in</title>
    <published>2004-02-04T21:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-04T21:01:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yesterday I went to a "box n sculpt" class at the gym.  Which I have to say was hilariously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however my bum really hurts, as do my triceps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a class I'll have to keep attending.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bossage chat went well, I think be both understand our ever changing roles better.  P will be reporting directly to me now, which I hope will be a good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am planning on watching Angel tonight, but must watch last weeks on tape beforehand, so I know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to peek at my gel, cause, well, I'm a peeker....</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>After a long winters sleep........</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T15:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-03T15:51:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I am back.  (not that I actually went anywhere, but...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make an effort here to use this journal.  No idea if anyone will really read it, but I guess that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while at work, I started to read a LOTR story (I think by circe tigana) and guh.  I had to stop, as it was way too well yummy to be reading at work, but hopefully I'll remember to access it from home at some point. (I'm a sucker for the accent, has to be said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my sister for dinner last night at Dave and Busters, she is up in NY for seminar for the big drink company, and we had a great time, totally wish they still lived here.  Also was totally the winner in the basketball game (the one where you compete with the folks around you- I got 48,47, and 49- and no one else scored above 15!!)  I never win anything, so I thought I'd point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my meeting with the bossage to discuss this years objectives, which should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go and discover new and exciting antibacterials....</content>
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    <title>The states meme</title>
    <published>2004-01-21T14:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-21T14:54:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Bold = Visited&lt;br&gt;Underline = Lived&lt;br&gt;Italics = driven through, purchased shot glasses there or had a layover there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;Alabama&lt;/i&gt;, 2) Alaska, 3) Arizona, 4) &lt;b&gt;Arkansas&lt;/b&gt;, 5) &lt;b&gt;California&lt;/b&gt;, 6) Colorado, 7)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Connecticut&lt;/b&gt;, 8) &lt;i&gt;Delaware&lt;/i&gt;, 9) &lt;b&gt;Florida&lt;/b&gt;, 10) &lt;u&gt;Georgia&lt;/u&gt;, 11) &lt;b&gt;Hawaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;12) Idaho, 13)&lt;u&gt; Illinois&lt;/u&gt;, 14)&lt;u&gt; Indiana&lt;/u&gt;, 15)&lt;u&gt; Iowa&lt;/u&gt;, 16) Kansas, 17) &lt;i&gt;Kentucky&lt;/i&gt;, 18) &lt;b&gt;Louisiana&lt;/b&gt;, 19) &lt;b&gt;Maine&lt;/b&gt;, 20) &lt;i&gt;Maryland&lt;/i&gt;, 21)&lt;b&gt; Massachusetts&lt;/b&gt;, 22)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michigan&lt;/b&gt;, 23) Minnesota, 24) &lt;u&gt;Mississippi&lt;/u&gt;, 25) &lt;b&gt;Missouri&lt;/b&gt;, 26) Montana, 27) Nebraska, 28)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nevada, &lt;/b&gt;29) &lt;b&gt;New Hampshire&lt;/b&gt;, 30) &lt;u&gt;New Jersey&lt;/u&gt;, 31) New Mexico, 32) &lt;i&gt;New York,&lt;/i&gt; 33) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;North Carolina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, 34) North Dakota, 35) &lt;u&gt;Ohio&lt;/u&gt;, 36) Oklahoma, 37) Oregon, 38) &lt;b&gt;Pennsylvania,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;39) Rhode Island, 40) &lt;b&gt;South Carolina&lt;/b&gt;, 41) South Dakota, 42) &lt;u&gt;Tennessee&lt;/u&gt;, 43) &lt;b&gt;Texas&lt;/b&gt;, 44) Utah, 45) &lt;b&gt;Vermont&lt;/b&gt;, 46) &lt;i&gt;Virginia&lt;/i&gt;, 47)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washington&lt;/b&gt;, 48) &lt;i&gt;West Virginia&lt;/i&gt;, 49) Wisconsin, 50) Wyoming, and 51) &lt;b&gt;Washington, DC&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;International : &lt;b&gt;UK (England, &lt;u&gt;Scotland, &lt;/u&gt;Ireland, Wales)&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Italy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;France&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Switzerland&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Netherlands, Greece (summer 04) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Ironman</title>
    <published>2003-07-27T13:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-27T13:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm here in Lake Placid watching the Ironman triathalon, in which my husband is participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awe-inspiring event.  He's off on the bike now, but was swimming for one hour and thirty-eight minutes, in the lake.  Amazing.  The winners were out in 50 minutes,  unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike ride is 112 miles, then they must run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pleased that the swim finished, that was the part we were all nervous about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if there is any group of people who make you feel fat and unhealthy, I don't know where you'd find them)</content>
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    <title>Thunder n Lightnight</title>
    <published>2003-07-22T01:39:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-22T01:39:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try explaining to a 160lb dog that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the thunder and lightning isn't after him personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) he is not a lap dog, who at every flash and clap attempts to crawl farther up my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this repeats itself in the middle of the night where standing over my head leaning against the headrest, shaking is apparently the safest place in the house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor harry the dog.</content>
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    <title>Diet Coke</title>
    <published>2003-07-16T23:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-16T23:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the other evening, I had a half a glass of Diet Coke, and it tasted AWFUL.  I couldn't drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who know me, you know what an amazing statement that was.  (and no, there wasn't anything actually wrong with the soda).  I, the girl who was known for her Diet Coke drinking. (for example, when I was leaving to go to Scotand, my co-workers bought me a case of Diet Coke, and decorated each can, as they were afriad I wouldn't be able to easily get it there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quit drinking anything with Nutra-sweet (aspartame) in it, as 1) it's supposed to be a trigger for weight loss, and 2) at some point, I am going to try to be a mommy, and you can't have caffiene during preganacy.  (and I thought quitting coffee and diet coke at once might kill me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three and a half weeks have gone by, and with the exception of the other day, no diet soda for me.  And as I'm trying to lose a bit of weight, no regular soda for me either.  So it's water or Club Soda for me.  I had a headache for a week, and lost 4 lbs (quarter of a stone!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a diet-coke-free girl.  Yay me.</content>
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