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  <updated>2007-06-16T14:57:26Z</updated>
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    <title>Cat spanking, chipmunk prancing</title>
    <published>2007-06-16T14:57:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-16T14:57:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was sitting here at the computer enjoying my first day of my two-week vacation.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to feed the dog.  I went outside to do so and saw that it was just beginning to rain. I left the door open while I went to get him out of his exercise area. &lt;br /&gt;As I was coming back, I saw my cat go across the porch threshold carrying something in his mouth into the house. I hollered his name and came across the threshold myself to see him drop a chipmunk onto my porch floor, which immediately dashed behind a bookshelf. I spanked the cat, hollered at him and tossed his ass out the porch door into the rain. He's never been swatted before. If you holler at him he doesn't come home for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;I secured the dog in his kennel and then went back onto the porch to make a clear shot for the poor little probably wounded chipmunk to hopefully crawl outside to die. I moved a bag of dogfood away from the bookshelf. The chipmunk chattered at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Poor little chipmunk, I'm sorry that damn cat caught you like that. It's okay buddy, just go back outside, etc." It chattered again. I thought, maybe if I move the book shelf just a little, it could see the door was open. I no more than laid my hands on the bookshelf, hadn't even moved it yet, when the chipmunk burst forth from his hiding spot, jumped ontop my shoes and used my bare leg as a springboard to freedom, which he took at high speed. Of course I let out a bloodcurdling scream, jumping and dancing around.  Chipmunk on bare leg. Not an everyday occurence.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marshgoddess:5306</id>
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    <title>Awesome ME weekend!</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T03:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T03:24:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had the BEST weekend. I dropped my sons off for the weekend and I went to spend the night at my sisters. Then I went to Eau Claire with a dear friend to see another friend and go thrift saling. We went out to eat at a Chinese restaurant. Then we went shopping at an interesting little store where I scored the cutest dragonfly earrings and splurged on a hip scarf. A hip scarf? Yes. Last fall I bought myself some belly dancing videos. But since I am almost NEVER alone in the house, I fell out of practice practicing. I saw the prettyiest jingliest pink hip scarf and decided right then and there, I was justifying a $30 purchase because this would nurture the inner me, the deep me, the soulful me. I need to use my body and exercise because I am stiff and sore and getting joint inflammation at age 44. I get home from work and I ache all over. But when I had a physical job, I was sore for about two weeks until I got used to it, then I felt G-R-E-A-T! like Tony the Tiger and I got a lot more done. So I bought myself the hip scarf and I will make time to tie it on and dance around the kitchen all earth mother style. Shaking and jingleing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to our friends house and she gave me a set of small Tibetan bells on a cord. They sound so fairy-like. Wow, a musical weekend. Because: then we went out to a bar and listened to a reggae band from Jamaica doing a Bob Marley tribute. The lead singer gave all three of us a CD. We sat there laughing, talking and giggling during the breaks, all three of us drinking cokes. We wanted to give him something too. One of us pulled out a beaded pouch and I pulled out a really cool crystal that I've wondered a couple times about passing along, but I guess this guy was its next traveling companion because it felt right when it left me. What a great weekend. Ladies, we MUST make time for ourselves! It's therapuetic.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:marshgoddess:4916</id>
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    <title>On using chamomile tea during pregnancy</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T02:11:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T02:11:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I recently told a pregnant friend that I believed chamomile tea was completely safe to drink during pregnancy.  Chamomile is a well known herb for nausea and a mild sedative. It was one of the very first herbs I learned about. Imagine my complete surprise while looking through an herb catalog shortly thereafter, that chamomile is not considered safe to take during the first trimester. I immediately called my friend and began searching for the truth.&lt;br /&gt;In most of the herbals that I have, chamomile is considered safe for pregnant women and small babies. I've located a few warnings that some people who are allergic to ragweed, may be allergic to chamomile. &lt;br /&gt;An internet search yielded completely conflicting results. Some say NO, do not use. Others say, its one of the safest herbs. I think the reason for the warning is because in a high medicinal dose, chamomile can be a uterine stimulant. The amount of chamomile in a tea bag, is a very small dose. I still think that chamomile tea, in moderation, is fine to drink during pregnancy. But we should never assume anything.&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting site: &lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/isitsafeto/herb&amp;drugchart/"&gt;http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/isitsafeto/herb&amp;drugchart/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lists several herbs that are generally considered safe and others that are not.</content>
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    <title>Obama for president!</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T19:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T19:47:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was really happy to learn today that Barack Obama is exploring the possibility of running for President of The United States in 2008. We need to return to the values and the activities that made this country great.</content>
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    <title>Heard this at work today</title>
    <published>2006-12-27T01:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-27T01:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A guy at work was telling about his Christmas Day with his neighbors who invited him over for dinner. He was telling them about a deer at his place that is so friendly he can pet it. He was telling them that a few days ago, he went back inside to get some more apples to feed it. When he turned around, the young deer had followed him right into his house, waiting patiently for more apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors were giving him a time of it -- "Any photos?" "No." "Any witnesses?" "No." "Sure...." ha ha, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kids noticed a deer was in their yard and said so. The gathered people laughed and said maybe it was his deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked the kid, does it have a big scar on its right side where the hair is rubbed off? The kid said he couldn't tell. So the guy telling the story looked out, said, "Oh yeah. That's him. Watch this." He grabbed an apple, cut it into pieces, walked outside and fed and pet the deer while everyone in the house watched on in awe, with a video camera running. He then walked the deer, coaxing it with apple, right up onto their deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people live right next to a campground where presumably the deer has learned people=food.</content>
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    <title>Hi!</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T23:22:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T23:22:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My first post!!!</content>
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