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  <title>Rants of the Crazy Cat Lady</title>
  <subtitle>The cats are in control</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>keq7765@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>margaret</name>
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  <updated>2009-10-30T02:23:02Z</updated>
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    <title>Supernatural S5E7</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T02:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T02:23:02Z</updated>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <content type="html">OMG!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe it. Past and present crush playing Dean Winchester! I crushed on Chad Everett as a teenager when he was on Medical Center. And present crush on Jensen Ackles starring on Supernatural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode is a fangirl's dream!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:126152</id>
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    <title>Strange.....</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T23:19:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T23:19:12Z</updated>
    <category term="cats"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;My Cat Allie loves &lt;a href="http://lillehafrue.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img alt="[info]" width="17" height="17" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lillehafrue.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lillehafrue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;What makes this so strange is Allie has never seen Lille. She only knows her from IM-ing. She knows when it's Lille on Messenger. She doesn't care when I'm talking to someone else but Lille? She's there in a heartbeat. Lille has taken to send voice clips every once in awhile to her. Allie will mope if we don't hear from Lille in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today I was on the laptop and Allie laid her head on my arm looking at the screen...she wanted her Lille. But unfortunely Lille was not online at that&amp;nbsp;time. So like the good mommy I am, I sent Lille an ecard from Allie. I found this really cute&amp;nbsp;card that was a picture of a cat that you could make talk. So the message that the cat said was....Auntie L, I miss you. Love, Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lille found that to be too funny and popped on to talk to her 'niece' for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love cats and the strange things they do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:125868</id>
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    <title>OK.....</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T20:33:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T20:33:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=500000003"&gt;Which Supernatural Angel Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/spnangel_lucifer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More on &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/supernatural.aspx"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I had any doubts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:125550</id>
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    <title>Hmm.........</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T12:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T12:31:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV in the background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;What was my mind trying to say when the muse gave me this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Why can&amp;rsquo;t you see me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Why can&amp;rsquo;t you hear me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Am I invisible?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Am I mute?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;I just want to be seen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;I just want to be heard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;I just want someone to know I&amp;rsquo;m alive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;But no one sees me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;No one hears me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;No one cares.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;And so my soul just withers and dies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:125234</id>
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    <title>UH-OH....</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T00:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T00:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it looks like I may become a proud momma again. That's right! The crazy cat lady is getting ready to strike again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl I work with is moving and she's trying to find a loving home for her cat. The first person she thought of? ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a calico named Patches. Haven't said yes yet....but I am a sucker for poor kitties that lose their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead people and scream NO! Don't do it! But the thing is.....I most likely will.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:125009</id>
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    <title>What the.........</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T13:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T13:53:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok what is it with me and bugs?&amp;nbsp; Driving to my to hair appointment I noticed there was a grasshopper on the dashboard. And what did I do? Talked to him! Told him to just stay where he was and that when I got to where I was going he'd be set free. Well he didn't quite listen to me since he jumped up on the windshield. LOL! But upon arrival at the hair salon he was captured and released. Damn! Just to soft-hearted for my own good.</content>
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    <title>Getting old is a pain</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T16:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T16:43:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got sent home from work early because this cold is totally kicking my ass! I'm either burning up or freezing to death. Curled up on the couch trying to rest.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:124499</id>
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    <title>HUH?</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T11:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T11:47:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok. Exactly what kind of mood am I in? The muse wrote dark poetry and I indulged in sugary foods and a trashy romance novel at the store.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:124172</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: And the Apple Goes To</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T10:40:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T10:41:48Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class='appwidget appwidget-qotd' id='LJWidget_39'&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is/was your favorite teacher in school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1021'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1021"&gt;View 516 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Miss Alexander, my second grade teacher. She was the one who realized that my difficulty with some things in school was due to my being left-handed. She took the time to teach me how to function in a right-handed world. Everyone needs a teacher who sees you for the intellient person you are instead of stupid just because you saw things differently. If not for her I would never have developed my love of books. She was the one taught me how to read properly. When I first learned to read I read right to left instead of left to right. My first grade teacher just thought I was stupid. (I'm so glad they passed me into second grade.)</content>
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    <title>Phase two</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T22:12:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T22:12:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now in phase two of the re-do of the living room. The bookcases are now in place. Unfortunately the living room is now a mess while things are being sorted and moved around. Damn and after all the hard work to get it all nice and neat last month. Oh well. It could be worse. At least now I have a place for my large models of TB1, 2 abs 3. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Brag time.</title>
    <published>2009-08-14T15:21:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T21:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guess&amp;nbsp;it's about time I do a brag on my amazing nephew/godson.&amp;nbsp; This is a little something written in the Toledo Free Press. The author went with the group on their trip to Africa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Having one arm has no bearing on your awesome ability to play the cello. TIYO member Tommy Canham was born without most of his right arm and plays the cello with the help of his prosthesis. He also plays sports and totally thought I was crazy when I asked why he would decide to play an instrument when he only had one hand. Duh, he loves music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the cello, he plays piano and guitar. He has played hockey since he was four and is now on the varsity team of his high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never let missing half of his right arm stop him from doing anything. Shows what raising a kid right will do. He was never treated as if he was handicapped. He was told if he wanted to do something to just do it. If he gave the but how? speech, he was told find a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the lemons life gave him and made lemonade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud to be&amp;nbsp;the aunt/godmother of this amazing young man.</content>
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    <title>Mind still lost. No one found it.</title>
    <published>2009-08-14T15:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-14T15:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok. People really think I've gone off the deep end. I let groundhogs live under my shed. (No harm, no foul.) I play kid games with the cats. (I keep telling you they're my kids.) So today? Rescued a spider from drowning in the bathtub. Go ahead...laugh it up everyone. I'm just a big softie. Damn! My evil persona is showing cracks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:123380</id>
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    <title>One mind lost. If found please return.</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T23:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T23:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know you have lost it when you play peek-a-boo with the cat.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:122972</id>
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    <title>WTF?</title>
    <published>2009-07-19T20:39:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-19T20:39:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it when the tell you to call up and set up an appointment for a service call the person on the other end makes you go through all the stuff you have already done and is the reason you had to call for the service appointment? And then they transfer you to another person and they make you&amp;nbsp;do the same thing? GOD! Well at least the tech is coming out Thurs and hopefully this time it'll stay fix. (They were here two&amp;nbsp;weeks ago to fix a connection problem.) If not I guess I'll end up switching to&amp;nbsp;Direct TV.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:122745</id>
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    <title>Birthday</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T15:48:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T15:48:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always joke that the cats never give me a gift, not even a dead mouse. Well this morning they did give me something. They let me sleep in. Not a single purr, meow, or paw slap to the nose. My babies do love me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:122620</id>
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    <title>Birthday</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T00:34:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T00:34:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok people, once again being silly in time for my birthday. When sis did the hair I had her put a purple streak in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/grumpymagrat/pic/0000zsbb/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" width="320" height="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/grumpymagrat/pic/0000zsbb/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can barely see it in the picture but it's there! Happy Lille?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a lovely necklace from my godson. He brought it back from his trip to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/grumpymagrat/pic/00010r6g/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" width="320" height="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/grumpymagrat/pic/00010r6g/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy fucking 4th!</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T19:07:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T02:41:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Work was a pain in the ass. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My feet ache. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm damn bitchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy freaking 4th of July!</content>
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    <title>Save Me!</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T19:01:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T19:01:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lille please keep your rabid plot bunnies to yourself. My tush has enough teeth marks without your bunnies adding more. And you will pay for this...you are gonna be put on research duty for this!</content>
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    <title>YAY!</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T14:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T14:02:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The dish is fixed. Just a broken connection on the dish. Done in twenty minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But silly Ki-Ki...she just had to con a pet out of the tech. God! That little attention whore.</content>
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    <title>WTF?</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T13:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T13:13:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok they tell the tech guy won't be here until after 12. So here I am ready to head off to do my errands, when the tech guy passes me on the road. Made a quick&amp;nbsp; u-turn and now dealing with him trying to fix my dish. BUT&amp;nbsp;IT'S&amp;nbsp;NINE PEOPLE!!!!!!! Good thing I hadn't left any sooner. Damn!</content>
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    <title>*SIGH*</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T21:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T21:50:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lille wanted me write for her today but just wasn't going to happen. But I know she'll forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day to sit and quietly grieve. 17 years and I still miss him as if it just happened. So I'll sit here and cry a little&amp;nbsp;, miss him, and feel a little sorry for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be better and maybe then the muse will come out and play.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grumpymagrat:120881</id>
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    <title>WTF?</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T15:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T15:42:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I am beginning to think that Lille has something on my muse. I was in no mood to write, and the muse hasn't been talking for ages. Then Lille says write me something to cheer me up. So what does the muse do? Jumps right up and writes her a little something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lille what do you have on my muse? And do you think you can get it to work for me?</content>
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    <title>Another Day at the Zoo.</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T21:50:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T21:50:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Work was just plain crazy today. Busy as all get out. Didn't help it was free pie day. I am soooo tired. My legs ache. Don't think I want to work pie day again.</content>
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    <title>FOR SALE: One mayor, CHEAP!</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T23:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T23:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For anyone that watches HLN or the Fox News channel you are familiar with our crazy mayor Carty Finkbinder. I swear the man is on there a least once a month for the crazy things he does, but today takes the cake. He is ticketing people for parking in their OWN driveways if they are not paved. EXCUSE&amp;nbsp;ME? When did it become against the law to park in own driveway if it hasn't been paved? The man has totally lost it. Do you understand PRIVATE&amp;nbsp;PROPERTY? The city can't tell what kind of driveway to have. Get over yourself Carty! I know the city needs money but this ain't the way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there want an insane mayor? We'll give him to you for FREE!</content>
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    <title>What the....</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T15:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T15:28:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lille wants me to write silly? My muse doesn't do silly! But since she needed entertainment I did what I could. She'd better appreciate it!</content>
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