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  <updated>2009-04-15T20:49:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:45913</id>
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    <title>Pupura</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T20:49:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T20:49:22Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Laurie Berkner in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Purpura claims that her real friends are on Live Journal, so I guess I need to protect my status and post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, watched "18 Kids and Counting" last night and was amazed how poor Anna felt the need to get pregnant immediately.  Now she is, and I really feel for her.  Her asshat of a husband (Who had looked at the results of the pregnancy test) decided to tell her the news in front of a cameraman.  When she was only about 6-8 weeks along.  Not too smart.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:45614</id>
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    <title>Bored</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T18:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T18:26:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am procrastinating doing everything today.  I need to exercise.  Also, I have a crush on Benjamin Linus, the villain from "Lost."  Creepy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:45540</id>
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    <title>Holy shit</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T02:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T02:58:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forced myself to get on the scale today expecting to see it be somewhere around 160.  It wasn't.  It was 143.  Seriously.  Do I have a tumor?  If so, can it get me down another 20 lbs.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH and I have started the Shangri-la Diet.  It sounds like the weirdest thing ever.  The concept is that if you eat flavorless things, your body lowers its set point and you lose weight.  So basically, within a two hour window of not eating anything (including brushing your teeth), you drink 2-4 tbsps. of extra light olive oil.  (Mixed with water, it's not bad.)  I thought this was total bullshit, but CH begged me to do it with him.  So far, he's lost 2 lbs.  I finally saw that it totally took away my appetite at night.  (we went to Mc Donald's and I didn't order anything. I ate one of CH's McNuggets and that was it.  (Then I ate crap at book club, but whatever.)  So basically, you're taking in more calories, but it gets you to where you don't want to eat other stuff, so your general eating goes down.  It's easy.  You don't have to cut anything and my urge to snack during the day has diminished.  We'll see if it works.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:45153</id>
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    <title>beacassie @ 2008-05-17T17:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T21:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T21:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How can I keep a 12 month old entertained for about 13 hours a day?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:45054</id>
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    <title>Why I can never die</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T00:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T00:47:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Andrew woke me up this morning at around 5:00.  He felt hot and I took him downstairs to give him Tylenol. When I was about to put him back in the crib I noticed that he had puked in it.  I put him in bed with CH (never a great idea--Andrew can't handle it and climbs everywhere), soaked the sheets, changed them and put Andrew back to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon he seemed better so we decided to take an outing to a local botanical garden.  Beautiful.  Andrew walked around some and seemed totally happy until we put him back in the stroller and he puked EVERYWHERE.  We took off his shirt and CH soaked it in the lake.  CH then thought that since Andrew seemed okay we shouldn't immediately go home.  So I was all, "Dude--he is covered in vomit--would you want to hang around in that?  Also, his shirt is off and we have no sunblock with us, which is very dangerous for him."  CH still acted like an ass about going home.  (Fine, sweetie, I'll defer to you as always).  Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I took the stroller apart to disinfect it,  CH took Andrew upstairs for a bath.  Andrew LOVES getting a bath so I was surprised o hear him wailing.  Turns out CH left the water running for the entire bath and Andrew turned the shower on by accident and got scared.  Where's the common sense?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:44584</id>
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    <title>Fat</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T15:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T15:39:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">No matter what size I wear or how much I weigh, I will always feel fat.  It's a problem.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:44387</id>
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    <title>Biological clock</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T13:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T13:23:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I must be ovulating or something because I was thinking about how it must be time to get pregnant again.  There is n way I'm ready for that yet.  My body needs to stop fucking with me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:44086</id>
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    <title>Gifted</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T21:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T21:29:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I took Andrew to the pediatrician for his 12 month checkup today.  He is 24 lbs., 30 inches and was having fun roaming around the office in his diaper throwing paper.  The doctor said that "developmentally, he is outstanding."  That was really good to hear.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:43825</id>
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    <title>beacassie @ 2008-04-22T16:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T20:15:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T20:15:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:43567</id>
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    <title>beacassie @ 2008-03-27T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T20:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T20:37:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am tired.  Also  having anxiety attacks.  Not good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:43461</id>
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    <title>Cute</title>
    <published>2008-03-22T01:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T01:21:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So CH was working from home today.  That was good because I had lunch plans with a friend, and Andrew had had playgroup in the morning and decided that enough was enough:  It was nap time.  So I went to lunch and Target and had a good time.  When I came back, CH recounted horror stories about how Andrew kept waking up, wouldn't eat, etc., b ut that he was now sleeping.  I went up to check, and Andrew was sitting up in the crib.  When he saw me, he let out a huge smile and started playing peek-a-boo with his green green giraffe doll.  It was so cute.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:43260</id>
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    <title>Wrong pic--let's try this again.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T14:30:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T14:30:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/beacassie/pic/00012adk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/beacassie/pic/00012adk/s320x240" width="320" height="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:42983</id>
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    <title>Andrew and me in the reptile house.  I look bad, he doesn't.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T14:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T14:28:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/beacassie/pic/00011pe7/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/beacassie/pic/00011pe7" width="244" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:42579</id>
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    <title>El nino</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T14:23:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T14:23:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want an el nino summer so I don't have to water the lawn.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:42430</id>
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    <title>Tired and cranky</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T13:31:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T13:31:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am very tired and cranky.  Andrew is cranky, but not tired.  He also got his first pair of big boy shoes yesterday.  He doesn't like them.  Zzzzzzzzz.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:42059</id>
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    <title>HI</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T21:08:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T21:08:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Haven't posted in awhile because nothing really exciting is going on.  Snore.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:41900</id>
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    <title>Thanks</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T02:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T02:22:00Z</updated>
    <category term="no shame"/>
    <content type="html">THanks to all for the advice.  In the end I wrote her a corny email, basically trying to guilt her by telling her that I had an awful pregnancy, was 3 cm dilated for a few weeks and that my greatest fear would be to give birth alone, and that's why I joke about this stuff.  I have no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for attachment parenting, Andrew hates being held all the time, likes his crib (but is allowed to be in bed with us whenever he wants), and we have not done Ferber. My theory on parenting is do whatever works for the moment. And remember to take antidepressants! (I think I learned that from ChicUrbanMom).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:41554</id>
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    <title>Whoops</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T17:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-20T17:02:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just pissed off one of the moms in my playgroup.  She got upset after she saw my comments on facebook on why I didn't want to have a home birth and why couldn't I find a group praising epidurals.  (She is only 23, is doing complete "attachment" parenting (whatever the hell that means)nd I guess takes all this stuff very personally.  I sent her a message apologizing.  Play group on Friday (where I really like the other moms) is at her house.  Should I go?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:41352</id>
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    <title>Meme for Purpura</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T16:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T16:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?  Yup,.  With Eli and the Lord Jesus.  (he he)&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?  Winning a Tony Award and marrying my teenage crush.&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?  wish I could dance.&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be? Depends--maybe a margarita or a Bailey's.&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable? Arugula&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read? I just reread High Fidelity--awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7) What zodiac sign are you? Cancer&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where. Ears, but my ears are allergic to everything and closed up after numerous infections.&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit? Comfort eating and sloppiness.&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport? Ice skating (watching)&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic, mostly&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? Reminisce about college, discuss our sex lives, and bitch about people!&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you? I broke all the bones in my ankle and tore all of my ligaments.  My bone also got infected.  I needed 2 surgeries and had to be on a portable iv for months.&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you. I have a dimple over my butt. (Andrew does too)&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets? Yes--Cassie, the meanest cat on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?  Be thrilled, show you to the guest room, and feed you.&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)  I really liked you.&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? A little of both.&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?  My weight.  Or how my metabolism works.  Both, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? Crime partner.&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have? Brown&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda? Depen ds--not the two liter bottles.  Smaller ones, preferably glass.&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?  Pay down the principal on my mortagage.&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at? My sister's house.&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Sleep!  Read, watch the food network and go to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?  Too much!  Andrew's first word will probably be "Fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve? Exit only lanes on highways and CH's complete inability to deal with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Busy&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance? I appreciate it, but don't really believe in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God? Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;36) What was the best moment of the last week for you? Andrew walked 6 steps over to me without holding onto anything.</content>
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    <title>Dream</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T13:32:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T13:32:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Help me out here.  The other night I dreamed that I gave birth to a baby boy (bu the way, I had no inkling that I was pregnant before the dream), he was born with a full set of teeth, and was a much easier baby than Andrew had been at the same age.  (Though all babies are crazy difficult at the beginning stages).  I think I preferred the new baby, even though Andrew has gotten tons easier and I couldn't be more crazy about him.  What does this mean?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:40889</id>
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    <title>I scored xanax from the doctor!</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T13:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T13:56:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is there really anything else to say about that?</content>
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    <title>Wereworlf bar mitzvah</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T21:13:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T21:13:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRqavy1W65I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRqavy1W65I&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:40218</id>
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    <title>beacassie @ 2008-02-12T11:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T16:55:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T16:55:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want Purpura to take good care of herself.</content>
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    <title>CH goes to Target</title>
    <published>2008-02-10T21:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-10T21:54:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How many phone calls do you think I will get?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beacassie:39804</id>
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    <title>beacassie @ 2008-02-10T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-10T05:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-10T05:16:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Insomnia rears its ugly head.</content>
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