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  <title>eep eep!</title>
  <subtitle>scratch scratch . . .</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>DivaMonkey</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-26T01:48:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:13963</id>
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    <title>I'm not giving up . . .</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T01:48:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-26T01:48:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">. . . my wine.  I don't care what any study says. I'm probably going to get some sort of cancer someday anyway.  You can pry my (most probably empty) wine glass from my cold, dead hand.  You can most likely pry the bottle from my other cold, dead hand.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:13333</id>
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    <title>first reactions quiz (as stolen from Dave)</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T19:17:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T19:17:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">This is called “FIRST REACTIONS QUIZ”. You have to type the 1ST thing that comes to mind whenever you hear these 35 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer:  sometimes makes a good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. McDonalds:  Whatever happened to Hamburglar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships:  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Purple:  my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers:  I know someone who knows the person who played the Pink Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Weed:  can be fun from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Steroids:  can be fun from time to time (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cartoons:  are enjoyable at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The President:  Maybe his next job could be as Micky Mouse in Disneyworld.  I bet Jeb could hook him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tupperware:  is handy, although the lids often tend to get misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Florida:  is humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Santa Claus:  I don't want to sit on a stranger's lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Halloween:  seems to take more work as I get older, although I dearly love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Alice:  has a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Grammar:  me can has chiropractor now, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: Myspace:  is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Clowns:  are fucking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Marriage:  should take place in a church, not a courthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Paris:  I'd love to see the Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pat:  is an awesome soprano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Redheads:  are awesome, like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Blondes:  are awesome, when I'm a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pass the:  mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One night stands:  are waaaaaaaaay in my past, and it only happened once, and actually ended up not being one night after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Donald Trump:  has no excuse for having that much money and still having &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hideous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Neverland:  I think I dated a guy from there.  I wonder if he ever did grow up . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Pixie:  this monkey's gone to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Vanilla ice cream:  Jane's favorite food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Hooters:  has a public bathroom, for which I'm forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. High school musical:  disturbs me (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Pajamas:  love 'em with frogs, monkeys, or penguins, but not for sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Woody:  what the heck?  Cheers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Wet Socks:  unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Beach:  windy, sandy, wet, and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Love:  rocks!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:13225</id>
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    <title>stress and myspace for dogs</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T01:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T01:53:39Z</updated>
    <category term="myspace"/>
    <category term="moving"/>
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    <lj:music>Dr. Jane adjusting a patient</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been really struggling the last week and a half with depression and anxiety. I have A LOT to do to prepare for 1) leaving my job and life in Denver and 2) moving back to LA and finding a job. Unfortunately, my automatic response to severe stress is to shut down. I've been having a hell of a time draggin' my butt out of bed in the mornings. It would be nice to be one of those people who gets depressed and starts cleaning the house or building bookshelves or some other useful thing. I've made progress, though. This morning I told myself that I can be depressed and I'm just going to do stuff anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I started last week, in order to make myself feel better, was a myspace page for my dog Milo. I don't know why, but it really lifts my spirits. Maybe it's because I get to get in his head for a while and get out of mine. He has a pretty low-stress life (except for housesitting). Plus, it's uber-funny to think of Milo writing haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/17thearlofduckboot"&gt;Milo's myspace page&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; think it's extremely funny, but then I would.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:12850</id>
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    <title>and a happy birthday to me . . .</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T16:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T16:47:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm back from Los Angeles, and my birthday did indeed kick ass.  We went to Bossa Nova, one of my favorite restaurants in LA.  It is, in fact, the only restaurant where I will order pasta.  As a general rule, I don't order pasta in restaurants, because I don't feel that it's worth the price when I can make it yummier at home.  But, Bossa Nova . . .  yum!  They make a pasta with garlic, fresh basil and tomatoes that is to &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt; for!  Ok, I guess I'd rather not &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt;, but you get the idea.  I make my own garlic pasta, but this one just tastes different.  mmmmm . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday surprise was that Kjell took me to see &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt;!  Yay!  Our seats were great, and the musical was mind blowing, absolutely &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;!  Kjell had me close my eyes when we got close to the theater.  We parked and he had me open my eyes.  The first thing I saw was a giant billboard for Johnny Walker.  I was confused.  Then, in between the legs of the billboard, across the street, I saw the Pantages Theater where &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt; is playing!  Yay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went home and I gobbled up all of my leftover pasta.  It was a great birthday, and it makes up for the fact that I'm 34.  As &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_laurapalmer813' lj:user='laurapalmer813' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laurapalmer813.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://laurapalmer813.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laurapalmer813&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reminded me, I'll soon be 35.  Thanks, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_laurapalmer813' lj:user='laurapalmer813' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laurapalmer813.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://laurapalmer813.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laurapalmer813&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture from my birthday, but here's a new one of Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000a2d9/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000a2d9/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:12647</id>
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    <title>Happy New Year!</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T21:24:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T21:24:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Here's to a fun, exciting, happy, healthy 2008!  Wheee!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving back to Los Angeles in two months.  I'm doing a really good job of not completely FREAKING OUT!  I might just be numb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm celebrating the new year and my birthday in LA this year, and it rocks!  Kjell has a birthday surprise for me tomorrow.  It's an event, and I get to dress up.  hmmmm . . .  And, there's dinner!  mmmmm . . .  dinner . . .</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:12308</id>
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    <title>I give blood.</title>
    <published>2007-12-03T18:30:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-03T18:50:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I donated blood on Saturday.  It had been a while since I last donated, due to the fact that I almost always start coming down with something soon before I'm scheduled to donate.  I'm wondering if I don't do it to myself subconsciously, although I've only had good experiences donating blood.  I'm one of those lucky juicy people who has good veins.  I've never had a phlebotomist who had to poke around in my arm with the needle, yet I am extremely nervous every single time I go to donate blood.  So nervous, in fact, that I have to tell them that I'm "really nervous" so that they understand why there's such a large spread between my starting and ending blood pressure.  I like to think that they will be encouraged to put me with their most skilled phlebotomist, although I have a suspicion that whichever phlebotomist is available is "the best."  At any rate, all of my phlebotomists have been excellent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite things about donating blood:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Picking which color bandage I want.  (I usually choose purple.  This time, just for a change, I chose burn-your-eyes-clean-out-of-your-head orange.)  &lt;br /&gt;2.  The snacks and drinks.  (I had the trail mix with m&amp;m's this time.  mmmmm . . .  and apple juice.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Reading the paper while I eat said snacks and drink said juice.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The feeling that I've contributed something of great value to the community.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Earning free gifts after x number of donations.   So far, I've earned a key chain that says "I give blood."&lt;br /&gt;6.  Knowing that I'm not even &lt;i&gt;allowed&lt;/i&gt; to donate for at least 8 more weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My least favorite things about donating blood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Feeling like I have to pee, even though I just went.  (That happens to me when I get really nervous.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Reading about various diseases in the pre-screening questions.  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I'd know if I had malaria, right?"  Nurse:  "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;3.  The needle.  I always look away when they insert it.  (I have a terrible fear that if I see the needle coming, I'll jerk my arm right as they're inserting it and rip open a vein and bleed all over the place.) &lt;br /&gt;4.  Having to squeeze that ball while the needle is in my arm.  It ooks me out, even though I know they wouldn't instruct me to do it if it would hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Feeling conflicted about not being a plasma donor.  (It's harder to find plasma donors because the process can take up to two and a half hours.  &lt;i&gt;pro -&lt;/i&gt;you get to watch a movie as you're donating.  &lt;i&gt;con -&lt;/i&gt; you have to squeeze that ball the whole time.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:12095</id>
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    <title>grrrr . . .</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T23:29:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T23:29:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm sick, or, at least, trying to be.  I don't like it.  I'm tired, tired, tired, and my froat hurts.  That's right, I said "froat."  I feel better when I say that my froat hurts.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's just a big baby thing.  I also feel better when I whine.  (Cheese with my whine would be delightful.  I like cheese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating whether or not to attend DWC rehearsal tonight.  I can't sing, but I can still benefit from the rehearsal.  I'm just so freakin' tired!  I'm thinking that I should stay home and rest since I'm flying to Chicago on Thursday.  I don't want to be sick on vacation!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a really cute picture of my dog Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00009sc9/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00009sc9/s320x240" width="238" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:11933</id>
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    <title>Scratch 'n Sniff Poll</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T19:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T20:05:54Z</updated>
    <category term="stickers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1089272"&gt;View Poll: Scratch 'n Sniff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:divamonkey:11712</id>
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    <title>I've lost my good scents . . .</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T19:18:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T19:18:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00002g46/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00002g46" width="60" height="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00003q8k/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00003q8k" width="75" height="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000049xz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000049xz" width="75" height="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000574f/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000574f" width="75" height="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000663s/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/0000663s" width="72" height="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00007geb/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/00007geb" width="60" height="59" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000086ax/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000086ax" width="60" height="61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember scratch 'n sniff stickers?  A friend and I were talking about them last night, and we both agree that the root beer scented ones were the best.  I had one that smelled like pickle, and it was the grossest thing I've ever smelled.  Grosser than "skunk."  It all started coming back to me, the scents that I had.  I had a kick-ass sticker book in fifth grade, and I had a decent collection of scratch 'n sniffs.  There was banana, peach, gasoline, pizza . . .  oh, those were the days . . .  gasoline . . .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link for a trip down memory lane.  &lt;a href="http://www.bubbledog.com/sns/"&gt;http://www.bubbledog.com/sns/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Whee!</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T03:03:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T03:03:21Z</updated>
    <category term="photos"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000019z4/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/divamonkey/pic/000019z4/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture from the Denver Women's Chorus fundraiser in October.  There were go-carts and mini golf.  I had so much fun with these animals!</content>
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    <title>eek!</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T18:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T18:08:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow!  It's been quite some time since I've posted an LJ entry!  Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving back to LA in four months, and I'm starting to freak out a little bit.  I have so much to do!</content>
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