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  <title>Alexandra</title>
  <subtitle>Bel esprit</subtitle>
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    <email>alaughlin@live.com</email>
    <name>Alexandra</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-03T14:35:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alexandra8011:302653</id>
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    <title>Coolio</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T14:35:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T14:35:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;English Genius&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored 93% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced,  and 80% Expert!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: &lt;a href="http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-commonly-confused-words-test"&gt;Take The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm distressed I only got 80% on the expert section though. :-( I always thought I was good with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the beach is out today... Things are looking gray.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alexandra8011:301810</id>
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    <title>Updates</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T15:43:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T15:43:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[For that one person out there who chose "Stop posting about the damn dog," you'll just have to ignore the next paragraph.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pondering and thinking and worrying all day yesterday, I finally decided I'd take the dog for the week. So I call my mom tell her and she says she called the lady whose daughter found the dog and asked if they'd take the dog back, because as lovey and friendly as it is now, it also barks, very loudly, begs to out all the time, and is just too much for them to take care of. I was like "Oh." Lol. Why do I make these things bigger than they are? Oy. Anyway, crisis averted (I think - the lady has to check and see if there's some way they can make arrangements to get the dog back to the people that found it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very (very) long day, and I was immensely happy to go home and nap while Pat put frozen lasagna in the oven. Immensely happy. Today hasn't been too bad - I have a closing this afternoon that I think we are all prepared for, and no crises in the imminent future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about my mini-rosebush. It has one rose left, and is leafy and green (and I've been watering it), but no new buds to come. Pretty soon it's going to be just a bush. Conversely, the dahlia has one beautiful flower open, and four more on the way. It really is a lovely plant. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for lunch.</content>
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    <title>Take the dog, or don't take the dog...</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T15:11:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T15:11:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my parents are going on vacation and leaving this Saturday, and they want me to watch the new dog, which apparently is now loving and happy with them. My mom called today and was like "Shouldn't you come spend time with the dog every day so you can get to know it?" I said I couldn't come today (I have a long work meeting tonight and want to go home at lunch), but I'd come tomorrow and Friday. Then she asked if I really wanted to take the dog, and I said I wasn't thrilled about it, but I would. She said she would look into kennels, but the dog bites, so I don't know if they'd take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I don't know the dog, dogs are a lot of work, we're not home all the time, and I don't want the dog to feel even more confused when my parents come back. On the other hand, I know I will feel guilty if I don't watch it, I do love little dogs, and I have next Thursday and Friday off, so I would only be gone Monday through Wednesday and he would have to be home by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1210820"&gt;View Poll: Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hmm...</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T13:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T13:55:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, my parents came in to the office today to do their estate planning, and they say the dog is a new dog today. He jumps up and sits next to my mom, and isn't snappish at all. Maybe it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Happy birthday Mike!</content>
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    <title>Letter Meme</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T21:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T21:12:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. Afterwards, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='irishjeeper' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://irishjeeper.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://irishjeeper.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;irishjeeper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave me "P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Patrick (duh, lol)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;3. Perfume&lt;br /&gt;4. Polish culture (what little I've gleaned from my dad and his side of the family)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pants&lt;br /&gt;6. Potato chips&lt;br /&gt;7. Plants&lt;br /&gt;8. Photography&lt;br /&gt;9. Piano (playing)&lt;br /&gt;10. Purple</content>
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    <title>Oh, for the love of Pete.</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T20:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T01:29:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First off, congratulations to Kimmy (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='moonbaby1619' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://moonbaby1619.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://moonbaby1619.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;moonbaby1619&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and Tom on your engagement!! You peeps on my friends list, all coming together. I'll marry y'all off yet. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother has made a snap decision and decided to get another dog. One she's never met, a Jack Russell terrier (they're so hyper to begin with!), and a week before they leave to go on a week's vacation. *facepalm* She told me on the phone and you could just hear my father in the background going "This is a half-assed plan," and "Never again!" (Lol. That part was kind of funny.) But what if they don't like the dog? What if it chews up everything? And especially, what if it chews up everything in our house while I'm dogsitting for them?! I'm going after work to meet the dog. Maybe it will be a nice dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post pictures when I get some. I hope everyone had a nice weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: So, it hasn't gone so well. The Jack Russell is very aggressive and bit my mom and the lady next door, which led to my mom being kind of afraid of the dog and angry, which isn't good. I worried all evening until my parents called and said they fed it and it seemed to be calmer than the afternoon. I still cried. I think I'm still upset over Xena, so I project those emotions onto any little dog I come across. I wanted to take the dog myself, but it would just sit at home being lonely. They might end up giving the dog back to who gave it to them, or taking it to a shelter that doesn't end up killing dogs that aren't adopted or claimed. We'll see. *sigh*</content>
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    <title>OMG</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T20:55:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T20:55:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now I'm freaking myself out by watching Youtubes of camel spiders fighting various other things (lizards, other spiders, ants, people). Someone needs to cut off my internet connection.</content>
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    <title>Yay!Spam</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T19:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T19:37:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ye Gods, this day is dragging. We had a half-hour discussion on pink slips vs. emails for peeps who call, but don't leave a messsage (I suggested we install phones and intercoms in the bathrooms - "Is Joe there?" "Well, he's indisposed, but let me put you through to bathroom 1."), but now? Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading up on French phrases and words, not because I am ever going to use my knowledge of French for anything, but just because I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I have a message. What could this be about... Oh, something I already took care of. Well that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the French.</content>
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    <title>I am against chicken in tomato sauce.</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T15:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T15:52:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's true. I never met a chicken in tomato sauce over pasta dish that I liked. Something about the chicken-y taste with the tomato-y taste just doesn't do it for me. (Now ground beef, that's a different story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, when Pioneer Woman posts a recipe about chicken thighs in marinara sauce over linguine, do I suddenly have the urge to try making that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so suggestible. Next I'll be wanting to try lima beans in something. (And they should never ever be eaten. Ever. Along with liver. Blech.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my earlier post, I have now managed to make the main attorney I work for pissed at me (I scheduled something via email, he apparently did not read the email, and was therefore unprepared when our clients showed up). C'est la vie.</content>
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    <title>Poop.</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T13:13:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T13:13:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So far today, I've woken up late, dropped an earring down the sink, and gotten a parking ticket. Stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, does anyone know how to get an earring out of a sink drain? It was a cheap earring, but I liked it. Maybe Pat can undo the S part of the piping when he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone know anything about air conditioning condensers in cars? I believe the mechanic said it would be $300 when I got the car and realized it didn't work, and I'd like to fix it, but wish it didn't cost so much.</content>
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    <title>Yay!Crossovers</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T02:15:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T02:15:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">They made a firefly reference in bones!!! :-) *is a geek*</content>
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    <title>Someone explain this joke to me because I can't brain today, I have the dumb.</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T13:28:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T15:30:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Edited to add: Someone at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thequestionclub' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/thequestionclub/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/thequestionclub/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thequestionclub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; figured it out - it is "bee pee", aka BP gas. Not at all funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas. Just at that&lt;br /&gt;moment, a bee flew in his window.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bee said, 'What seems to be the problem?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'I'm out of gas,' the man replied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bee told the man to wait right there and flew away. Minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;the man watched as an entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into&lt;br /&gt;his gas tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Try it now,' said one bee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man turned the ignition key and the car started right up. 'Wow!'&lt;br /&gt;the man exclaimed, 'what did you put in my gas tank'?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bee answered,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wait for it….wait for it…………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You're just gonna love this…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(I see you smiling)</content>
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    <title>Ew.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T19:54:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T19:54:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh. my. god. Is said attorney flirting with new attorney, thirty years his junior? *is appalled*</content>
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    <title>Well, hello there, crazy person.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T19:35:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T19:54:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today has been the day for all clients I don't like to show up to see me for crap, and all formerly decent attorneys have turned on me and asked me get stuff I can't (like info from a bank on someone else's account, and title information, when I can't get ahold of the searcher). And then the attorney I work most for was golfing today, so I was like "Yay! A day of peace!" and then he comes back in after golfing. *purses lips* He better not bug me. This is a no-bug zone. (EDIT: He's bugging me. I'm pissed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mad props to Molly for letting me borrow Firefly!! I love it sooooooo much. The show is ten times better than the movie, and I liked the movie. :-) I can't believe they didn't keep going with the series. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented two movies the other day - one looked like fluff, albeit slightly interesting fluff (The House of Usher), and one had won all kinds of awards and was supposed to be the movie to end all movies (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly). The House of Usher was awesome fluff - totally creepy and fun. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly? I think there was a reason they didn't put the story on the back cover. Let's just say I'd like that two hours of my life back. I have no idea what I'm missing, because everyone and their brother seems to think it is the most awesomest movie based on a true story ever, but I didn't like the guy they portrayed when he wasn't paralyzed, let alone when he was, and the fact that he wrote a memoir by blinking his eye 200,000 times, while amazing, was not at all interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Pat and me and his co-worker, wife, and little girl went bike riding! It was so nice to be out in the sun and fresh air. I am so happy it's summer. I am also happy I have air conditioning in our bedroom, because today it is approximately eight thousand degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made guacamole the other day and it's all gone now. :-( And has adhered to my butt. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has managed to download a trojan horse BHO. *facepalm* I don't know what to do with that man and his computers. It's like he stays awake at night just thinking of how to get into trouble and surf unsafe webpages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to finish up some stuff. :-)</content>
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    <title>Who are you? (A quizzly sent by Molly)</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T16:06:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T16:06:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hit forward and place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not. Answer the 30 questions at the end and send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(  ) Gone on a blind date &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched someone die   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Mexico &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(  ) Recently colored with crayons  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sang Karaoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paid for a meal with coins only? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Made prank phone calls (before caller ID) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( X ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( X ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( X ) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Written a letter to Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( X) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any nickname?   Alex, cupcake (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mother's name?  Karen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite drink? White wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tattoo? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Body Piercing?  Ears only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How much do you love your job?   Is this a trick question? I do not in any way, shape, or form, love my job. I do, however, love my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthplace?  Erie, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite vacation spot? Mexico &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been to Africa?  No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner?  No. Chips? Yes. :-)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Ever been on TV?    Yes&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;12. Ever steal any traffic sign?   No, but I had an ex-boyfriend who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever been in a car accident?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle?   4-door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite salad dressing?    Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite number?  8&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite movie?     Ooo – that’s a toughie. I like all kinds of movies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite toothpaste?     Aquafresh ultraclean&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite smell?   Cinnamon or flowers &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite hobbies? I have no hobbies. It’s pathetic. I do like to cook.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. How do you see yourself in 10 years?  Maybe a mom, hopefully living in a house we own, maybe working only part-time (hey, a girl can dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Furthest place you will send this message?  I believe I have a reader in Bulgaria (shout-out to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='darkxy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkxy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkxy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;darkxy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who will respond to this the fastest? Hm, I am not one to get a lot of comments on here, so I couldn’t say.</content>
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    <title>Work, bringing the lulz</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T21:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T21:09:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One of our clients came in with a rather dusty car, and someone had written "Riding Dirty" on the back in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I laughed.</content>
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    <title>The youngest Hanson just had a baby (with his wife).</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T03:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T03:07:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so old!</content>
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    <title>Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T02:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T02:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, do I have Leona Lewis' "Bleeding Love" stuck in my head. A good song, but it is STUCK. Maybe if I put it on my myspace page, it will leave my head. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now all I need is something blue."&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy - you have me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear - Joxer is sometimes the awesomest character in Xena. I have two episodes left and then I'm done with the series. :-( I think I'm going to rent Firefly, because I loved the movie and have heard nothing but good things about the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am coming down with another cold. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's half-day off is canceled because we're so busy at work. That's both good and bad - I like to be busy (and I can use the half day another day), but my mom-in-law was all excited about the party and going to dinner and the Sex and the City movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update - I'm off for some sleepytime. :-)</content>
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    <title>Living things...</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T20:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T20:48:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So after I got the dahlia for my office (when I really wanted a mini-rosebush), I find mini-rosebushes for $3. Bah! Always when you're not looking! I decided to get one. :-) Apparently, like dahlias, they like a lot of sun, but contrasting to dahlias, they also like a lot of water, which dahlias don't. So I'll have to remember to water it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are: &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/Alexandra8011/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/Alexandra8011/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-pot the dahlia, obviously. :-P And please ignore the cow's butt in the rosebush picture, lol. I am not so good with catching all the details when picture-taking, apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good - I got to see Prince Caspian (the movie, not the person) with Molly on Friday! It was so good! I totally forgot that the children were in that book. I read them all once upon a time (I think there are seven), and there are books without the children in them, and for some reason I thought that was one of them. Lol. Anyway, it was awesome and everyone should rush out and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Pat had to work all day (and I do mean all day - I'm talking 8am to 10pm here) on a roofing job for my co-worker, so I ran errands and did stuff and walked on the peninsula and then we had tacos when he finally came home. :-) Sunday was his dad's birthday, so we got to have burgers and hot dogs and all manner of tasty things. Yesterday was my nephew's birthday, so we had burgers and hot dogs and all manner of tasty things again. I'm definitely good with the burgers and hot dogs for awhile. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, since Pat got extra money from the roofing job, he suggested we go get some bikes so we can ride on the peninsula. Easy, yes? No. We go to Walmart and we look. And there is a little family - a mom, dad, and baby trying to decide too. First they take out the bottom row. Then they put some back in the wrong spot. Then they take out the middle row (and put some back wrong). Then the mom says "OMG, I want the Pee-wee Herman bike!" (which is on top, and looks like, well, Pee-wee Herman's bike). I tell Pat we need to walk around a little, or I'm going to stab her in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come back and they are still there. Pat says we should go look at electronics. We do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come back and they are still there. I say I will grit my teeth and put up with it, so we pick out the bikes in five seconds (while the little family is still trying to explain to the store employee why all the bikes seem to be in the wrong spots), and send out the employee to go get the boxes of bike parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next problem: Pat's bike is only available in the floor model, which we don't want. I say "Let's just go over to the Walmart by our house on 26th Street and see if they have it in a box." "Okay" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a side note, I like to go to the 26th Street Walmart sometimes, because it reminds me of going to a foreign country. Anyway, I digress.) We go to the 26th Street Walmart, which is the ghettoist of all Walmarts in the tri-state area (we even passed a street fight on the way there!), and we get Haji, who, while very nice, does not speak much english. "Haji," Pat says, "why is this bike priced at ten dollars more here than it is at the Peach Street Walmart?" Haji says "This one here, it is $89 and some change. Almost $90." "Yes," Pat says, "but why is it that much?" Haji scans the bar code again. "Yes, almost $90." he says. Pat and I look at each other. Haji says he will go see if they have it in a box. I say I will go find customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe Customer Service? At least as soon as I said Haji was helping us, they were quick to find Ramon, and Ramon spoke english. The girl at customer service said they don't price match between Walmarts (What? Seriously?), so Pat asked for the store manager. He was with a customer, so we settled in for the wait, which included a full blown "You didn't just push that cart over here and leave it without sorting your shit!" to an "Oh no you didn't!" to a police officer that wanted a handheld spell-checker, and a neo-natal incubator that proudly proclaimed that it cost somewhere around $6,000 in 1984 and now costs around $12,000 in 2008, just sitting there, in the middle of customer service, with no visible purpose or request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the manager (who looks somewhat like Teddy Roosevelt) shows (visibly worried by the policeman, I might add) and after some haggling back and forth, decides to give the bike to us for the lower price. Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we headed home and back to the mundane land of Sassafras St., where we only get street thugs breaking our fence and young'ins asking us to let them in their house because their sister locked them out (at a minimum of three times per day). Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been good - pretty busy, with only one crisis that made me want to crawl under my desk and cry. (I kid - I'm just having a hard time scheduling a closing). We have a new secretary that seems very nice. Tonight I'm hoping we can just relax a little - the weekend coming up is going to be busy... My aunt-in-law (aka Pat's aunt) is having a bunch of the girls in the family get together to hang out, go to dinner, and then go see the "Sex in the City" movie on Friday, and then Saturday is the Stag 'n Drag for Pat's cousin. All that family time is making my neck knot up a little in apprehension... Lol. I'm sure it will be fine. Anyone want to come with me to see the movie? Anyone? I love my mother-in-law, but sitting next to her while Samantha discusses the waxing of Miranda's nether-regions is going to be something I'm not really prepared for. I'm sure it will be fine. *lays head on desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a related matter, the cousin that's getting married and his intended have registries at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and Target, and everything at BB&amp;B is either steel or white, and you can't see half the things on the Target website because they're instore only. I'm scared to death to buy them anything in color. At least everything will match?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'm off to pretend to get some things done before I get to go home. :-)</content>
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    <title>The cupcakes are a lie.</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T20:56:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T20:56:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have had to remind myself at least twelve times today that it isn't Friday. It isn't Friday. I do not have to water the dahlia today. (I don't even have to water it tomorrow, since I will be stopping in to work on Saturday for five minutes to notarize something for someone. *shakes fist*) I think it is because the attorney I work for left for vacation, and that just seems like a Friday thing to do, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so uncomfortable today. I open the window, it's too cold, I close the window, it's too warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another team meeting today (which involved takeout lunch that I ate too much of, and then they produced cupcakes! Arg! Diet = dead). Our secretary has been sick for like, a week and a half, and the firm administrator said she felt we did it to her by working her too hard. I was like "Yes! You do not realize she is an innocent goldfish swimming amongst sharks!" Lol. This is why, since I took this job five years ago, I have gained a great number of pounds (and a personal problem) I do not wish to disclose, and have developed depression, anxiety, and acid reflux. It sucks the very life from you. *is not at all pessimistic* /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, we've all gotten shiny new computers, which are fun to play with. Except for the calendar in Outlook. That sucks. (In my opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went home and took a nap and then made dinner, blah, blah. Same old. Pat fought with Time Warner and they sent someone out today who said the outside line wasn't hooked up correctly. Well how 'bout that! /sarcasm (I have to stop with the sarcasm, I am not a sarcastic person. Oy.) Anyway, fingers crossed that the interwebs work for our FANTABULOUS THREE DAY WEEKEND COMING UP!!!!!! (I am so excited. Other than the work thing on Saturday. But that shouldn't take long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dahlia has a new flower opening! It is so beautiful. I will take pictures when it opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else goin' on. Grey's Anatomy is new tonight, and that is happy. :-)</content>
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    <title>Memo to Self</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T17:42:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T17:42:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the eleventy-billionth time, please remember to order your heartburn medication before you run out. BEFORE you run out. Tums, pepcid ac, prilosec, and rolaids are not going to cut it and you know this. You have a prescription for nexium for a reason. Use it. Your stomach, esophagus, and throat thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I noticed I had only one Nexium left for Friday, and thought I could muddle through until Monday, and then Monday came and they didn't have it filled (and probably wouldn't have it filled until late late in the evening), so I thought I could muddle through 'til today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically grabbed the attendant by the lab coat and demanded my prescription when I finally got there today. Thankfully, I was able to exercise some restraint and actually sign for it and pay before I gulped down a nexium, sans water. One hour and five minutes later, and voila: I am heartburn free. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the worst - my stomach hurt because I took four pepcid ac (you're only supposed to take two a day), and I still had terrible heartburn, and I had choked down so many chalky wintergreen tums that I wanted to vomit. I never learn. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to finish cleaning up our apartment for the inspection, so I did the bathroom, and managed to arrange things in the exercise room so it looked semi-decent, and then I looked at Pat's clothes. And then I uttered a bad word. *hangs head* And then I decided that since I couldn't tell the clean from the dirty, I would wash them all, so I ended up doing four loads of laundry, folding it all, and putting it all away. Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually all fit in his drawers and the closet though! I had no idea! He always just leaves them out in the basket, and most of the time, does his own laundry (because he can tell what's dirty and what's clean, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat spent almost the entire evening on hold with Time Warner Cable, resisting the urge to reach through the phone and hurt someone. They are so incredibly ass-backwards, it is amazing. We have had two technicians check out our modems, and they are fine. So what did they suggest yesterday? They would send someone out between 12 and 2 to check our modems. Oh good. That should solve it. /sarcasm So then Pat asked for a supervisor, and they put him back into the main menu, so he had to hold for another hour. I guess the supervisor is going to send someone out to look at the outside lines. *shakes head* We haven't had a working connection that stayed for more than 20 minutes in five days. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney I work for is acting all stressed and worried that we aren't getting things done (we are), which makes me stressed and worried (for no reason). Ergle. At least he's at a seminar for another hour or so. :-)</content>
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    <title>A late birthday greeting (and other stuff)</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T18:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T18:28:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy birthday Molly!!!! I am so sorry I didn't call or text you yesterday - I knew it was your birthday on Sunday all last week and then plum forgot all weekend until this morning. Bad friend. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting neosporin up my nose like a junkie because it is so raw from blowing it all the time. That's a good Monday mental picture for you all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of junkies, I happened to catch part of "Rent" on tv, which Pat first mocked me for watching, and then made me change the channel. It looked kind of interesting, but I don't like musicals, so maybe if it's ever on again I'll dvr it to see if it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have completely befuddled the IRS by filing our return with my new name, and it's "going to take a little while longer" to get our refund. Le sigh. They couldn't tell me how much longer. That's a surprise. /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I come home and get the mail, and apparently our dinnerware from Pfaltzgraff (I don't even want to guess if I spelled that right) has very high levels of lead and they are recalling it. By asking me to take it to the closest store. Which is, hm, in GROVE CITY. Pat said he is calling and hell or high water, they are sending us a box. Lol - I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also continue to love John Cusack, whom I watched in "1408" this weekend. The movie was appropriately confusing, often made no sense, and scared me several times, but he totally saved it. I wanted marry John Cusack when I was a teenager. Say Anything, Better Off Dead, Grosse Pointe Blank, Being John Malkovich - totally awesome. I was just IMDBing him, and he is in "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." Why do I not remember that? Granted, I don't even remember what that movie was about, but I know I saw it. I think the only movie I didn't really like him in was "Runaway Jury." Too much drama, not enough comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a plant yesterday, so there can be something in my office that is alive other than me. It's a pink dahlia. I know nothing about dahlias, so I am really REALLY hoping I can keep it alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to church with the parental units and the pastor talked about struggling through trials in your life, and they had some people who are struggling with miscarriages and infertility get up and speak. So afterward I was talking to my mom, and she said she went through that kind of struggle in her first marriage because her husband was sterile. And every month she'd cry when they weren't pregnant. Eventually they ended up adopting. I had never thought about that before. Of course that would be awful to go through! How did I never equate that struggle with my mother? I guess because she never talked about it very much. I feel like there is a part of her I never saw before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our internet and phone at home have been intermittently out, and Time Warner has been to our apartment twice already and still can't solve the problem. I hate them. They also changed the whole dvr/channel changing system and it sucks. You have to schedule the dvr to record on each separate channel for a show, instead of just telling it to dvr the show on any channel it happens to be on. Stupid dvr. *kicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling because I have a closing at 3:30 and I'm nervous. I think that's why I'm rambling. Either that, or neosporin has qualities I never realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have to have our apartment clean for the city inspector to come and look at it. It's half-way there - I just have to do the bathroom and the exercise room. And get Pat to pick up his clothes. That might be a challenge... Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reason number 114 why we should not be living where we are living: On Saturday at 2 in the morning, some thug tried to break into a car in front of our apartment, and when the alarm went off, he punched a hole through our fence door and escaped out the back yard. And I slept through the whole thing. *shakes head* We went and looked at some houses on Saturday and found one that might work, so here's hoping that we'll be moving sooner rather than later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I should stop rambling and go back to work. *bites nails* *tells self that the closing will go fine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: When we were in the car this weekend, I kept singing to Pat "They see me rollin', they hatin'", which is the only line of that particular rap song that I remember, and it was driving him crazy, which was HILARIOUS. The things that amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-683.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v133/206/11/502092683/n502092683_124543_7657.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Things do have a smell!</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T21:28:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I can smell today! It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*immediately runs out to buy scented things*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coughing like there's no tomorrow. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat poked me at 9 this morning and said I ought to get up. *headdesk* I think that was the fastest I ever got dressed in my life. I was, needless to say, rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is unbearable, it is so busy. Our secretary has been sick all week, and I have to figure out real estate, which I am not so good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Grey's Anatomy! I still can't believe they cancelled Moonlight. One little episode left. And then, gone. I hope Coraline shows up for the last show. Although I don't think she does. She made the show for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making beef and broccoli for dinner. Yum.</content>
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    <title>The sleepiness.</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T17:20:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T17:20:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have so much sleepiness, it is causing me distress. And the inability to form complete sentences. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snooze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snooze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things must be done! Today! Yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snooze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does lunch make me so sleepy? Who knows. I even napped yesterday. And I cannot nap tonight because I have things to do. And tacos to make. Someone tape my eyelids open.</content>
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    <title>:-(</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T19:41:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T19:44:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">They aren't renewing Moonlight for a second season. I am so sad. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: It's one of the only shows I watch that Pat actually likes. :-(</content>
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