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  <title>Bionic Me</title>
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  <updated>2006-03-10T07:20:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:2880</id>
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    <title>No excitement, but who cares?</title>
    <published>2006-03-10T07:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-10T07:20:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok..so I was a complete liar when I said I would update more often.  Seriously people..my life is NOT that exciting.  My niece has a blog and has actual cool things to talk about.  She is a talented crafty, chick who can show her handy work to&lt;br /&gt;everyone.  It is so impressive that if she wasn't related I would almost not like her.  BUT..She is so cute and sweet that it is just too impossible to think one bad thought about her even if you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking today.."Amy..why do this, no one reads it anyway...you have nothing to talk about, no one cares" And then it hit me..I don't frickin care.  I am going to jot down my thoughts when they come to me.  I am really going to just treat this like a real journal. If I want to talk about my recent crush on Joaquin Pheonix, or what I think of American Idol, so be it.  I am not doing this for anyone else, I am doing it for ME.  I am at home everyday taking care of 2 little ones and I need an outlet.Don't get me wrong..I love being home with my kids.  I am lucky to have the option.  I don't have a 9 to 5 job anymore..I don't feel like I belong to society, and I am socially retarted.  Seriously..I am.  I have a hard time even talking to my next door neighbor. Oh..to really prove my point, the last post was titled "margarita Monday"  Guess what?  The night I went out was a TUESDAY.  See what I mean..I don't know my head from my ass anymore.  If I jot down things as they come, maybe, just maybe, I will be able to see myself leaping from the land of Teletubbies, Wiggles, diapers, dishes, laundry and homework to remember who I am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:2648</id>
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    <title>Margarita Monday</title>
    <published>2006-03-01T20:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-01T20:37:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000dt3p/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000dt3p/s320x240" width="179" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to make a Monday almost fun and exciting.  MARGARITAS!  My friend Kristina and I met a La Margarita last night and had a delicious dinner and Margaritas. I think every Monday should involve a Margarita.  It was fun even though I dominated the whole conversation.  It is hard not to go on and on when you are a stay at home Mom with no adult conversation all day. Thanks for listening Kris! Now someone tell me, can a person's brain get mushy if not used enough?  I swear my brain just isn't what it used to be.  I can't remember simple words or things come out really wrong.  For example:  One day I was beyond frustrated with something and I yelled " arrgh..I am so IRRITIBED!"  The word I was trying to yell was irritated.  Jesse and Chloe loved that one, in fact, they now always ask if I am irritibed if I seem a little annoyed.  (I don't know if any of you live with aspiring comedians like I do, but it isn't that fun.)  Another really good one was when I was at the store with Jesse and I told him at the checkout line " I think I will get Candy a Chloebar. "  These are just 2 examples of a very long list of things my brain does (or doesn't do).  So, I think maybe I should at least read more often or something to keep the juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I just celebrated our 4th Wedding Anniversary.  I am so lucky to have him in my life.  He is such a laid back guy that is just so easy to get along with.  We are always laughing with each other (sometimes AT each other) and just really like hanging out together. We found out how much alike we are, we got each other the EXACT same Anniversary card.  It was funny but also a "whoa" moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more exciting going on.  I am going to try and be better and post more.  I know I have said it before but I mean it this time, really!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:2364</id>
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    <title>Kitty Boo..TO THE RESCUE!!</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T08:22:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-22T16:54:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok..If you read the post below you will know all about my "critter issue"  Well...It took me a day to even be able to walk into my laundry room to do any laundry.  I am embarrassed to say that I even made Jesse go in there once with me to grab the clothes and shake them just to make sure there wasn't a mouse making a nice home in one of our articles of clothing.  He wasn't amused...but at the same time he found a huge ammount of humor in it.  So..anyway..the whole "incident" happend Thursday.  Friday night Jesse took me to Thompson's Brewpub for a burger and beer.  Oh Boy..that was much needed after not only knowing that I was sharing my house with a critter, BUT, we had to spend $200.00 on 2 brand new tires. ( that could buy a couple of pairs of really cute shoes or even a really cute outfit)  Well...We go home and I walk in the kitchen and see something very odd on my floor.  I am thinking the dog drug in something from outside again.  I get closer for a better inspection and guess what I find....??  Half...of ...a... mouse.  HOLY KITTY LITTER BAT MAN.. My Cat Rocks!!!! She caught the damn thing AND ate it.  Well...not all of it..but it was DEAD!  The poor cat really doesn't have a name. We tried Gracie for a while but it just didn't fit her crazy personality.  Chloe and I name anyone or anything we love too much Boo.  It comes from Monsters INC. So she has been Kitty Boo. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my new hero when she was little with our dog Nemo. ( She looks just like this  except she is bigger and her eyes don't have a creepy green glow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000ctg6/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000ctg6/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we lived happily ever after.................</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:2114</id>
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    <title>My Thursday = A  flat tire, A Good Samaratin, and a mouse.</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T07:47:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T20:41:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First off I want to just say..I know..it's been a while.  I realized to keep up with a blog you need to have: 1. Time 2. A life, something to talk about that people would actually care about reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I am going to tell you about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday.  Wednesday night when I went to bed I went to bed knowing something terrible.  I WAS OUT OF COFFEE.  That might not mean much to some of you, but to me it means a lot.  So when I woke up without the beautiful smell of freshly brewed coffee, (I love you timed coffee maker) I had a great idea!  When Rach gets here with Livi, I will pack all 3 kids in the car and get a double shot Americano. No..What the heck..I may live on the edge and get 3 shots!  Chloe and I counted all of our money,  she was excited as well..she was going to get a hot chocolate.  At 7:10 I go warm up the car   in anticipation for my much needed caffeine.  I go outside after warming up my car a bit to see if I had extra change for a possible scone or something for Chloe and I to share.  As I walk out I see Rachel.  Yipeee.. Rachel is here..I am minutes away from my beloved coffee. I look at her and she looks a bit perplexed.  Do you know what Rachel said to me???  "Did you know you have a flat tire"? What the..??  I looked at my car and low and behold, tire is FLAT. (no wonder she is looking at me strange..I am warming up a car that is not mobile)  Thoughts are racing through my head.  No coffee for me...no hot chocolate for Chloe...how am I going to get Chloe to school, etc..  I tell Rachel of my grand coffee plans of the morning and....this is the emotional part of the story..I am talking Extreme Makeover Home Edition emotional..She gives me HER COFFEE.  Her very own coffee.  It almost brings tears to my eyes just telling you all about it.  That is how much she loves me!  So...with a little caffeine and my Dad picking up Chloe to take her to school, things are looking good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...Jesse calls later in the day to ask if I want a sandwich.  Yea!!  I sure did, a turkey cranberry sandwich from Big Town Hero with a Diet Pepsi.  (Diet Pepsi=Caffeine)  Ok..My Thursday is perfect now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..my day is going so well that I think to myself.."Self, You should do some laundry"  So, I leave the 2 little ones watching The Wiggles and I hurry downstairs to tackle a load of laundry.  I am almost happy, I am humming and loving life.  I am picking clothes up out of the hamper and I pick up a sweatshirt of Jesse's to stick in the washing machine.  As I do this, I hear a little thump then feel a teeny little tickle on my little toe. I look down and see a MOUSE scurry under the washing machine.  I am talking LITTLE.  Well...I freak.  I scream like Freddy Krueger himself is standing in my laundry room with a shiny machete.  This little mouse has violated me.  His tiny, furry, beady little eyed self had touched my precious little toe.  I run screaming upstairs. I was screaming so loud my throat hurt for an hour after the fact.  When I get upstairs, both kids are looking at me wide eyed. Livi looks at me and said "What matter Mimi"? ( She calls me Mimi, it's cute) At this point I realize that I am acting younger than the 2 year old and 1 year old in my presence and I finally calmed down.  I semi calmly walked downstairs and found my cat, who is a fabulous little hunter, and locked her in the laundry room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were 2 lessons learned from this day. Number one: Always have coffee.  Number 2: wear shoes when doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000976y/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000976y" width="150" height="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000ae7a/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/0000ae7a/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:1969</id>
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    <title>A quick post</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T23:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T23:51:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here are a couple of before and after pictures of Owen.  I should have taken a picture of his "Lloyd" look but it is probably a good thing I didn't.  I actually love him with longer hair but if I wouldn't have ruined it, it could have stayed a little longer.  Jesse had to take the electric clippers and erase all damage that I did. The first picture he looks like he took a mind altering substance or something.  He was actually sick in that picture...you can tell can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/000068eq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/000068eq/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00007p96/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00007p96/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cute picture of Olivia I got yesterday. She looks very serious but very grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00008r6x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00008r6x/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little busier around here.  Jesse is now a student.  He is getting certified to do Networking.  This will take him a full year or more.  He is studying quite a bit but is excited for a possible change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more later when I have more time.</content>
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    <title>Dumb and Dumber</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T18:57:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T20:55:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You may wonder why this is titled Dumb and Dumber. There are 2 reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1:  I decided that I should cut my sons hair.  How hard can it be,I tell myself.  So I grab scissors and told Chloe what I was going to do.  She said" Mom, I don't think that's a good idea"  I say "it will be fine".   I should have listened to the 8 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2:  After my attempt at trying to be a master barber, my son looks like a tow headed Lloyd( played by Jim Carrey) from Dumb and dumber.  Chloe ( the only rational one in the house at the time) comes downstairs and say's "Mom, stop right now, he looks awful"  So, this time I thought "listen to the 8 year old this time, she may be right"  She then goes up to Owen and lightly strokes his head and says " I am so sorry our Mommy did this to you"  Thanks Chloe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I fixed it a little with the electric clippers but will let Hubby fix the rest after work today.  He actually looks quite a bit better...very grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little experience will go on the "Things I Will Not Attempt Again List" like, waxing my eyebrows with Lea Ann after drinking a little too much.  THAT, I will not attempt again, or say the time I dumped smoldering ash from the barbecue in the compost pile. ( The firemen that came to my house at 1 A.M. loved that one)THAT, I will not attempt again. The list goes on and on folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagline for Dumb and Dumber is "Everyday for Lloyd and Harry is a no-brainer"  This will be MY life tagline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday for Amy is a no-brainer"</content>
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    <title>Trump sucks</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T08:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T07:01:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow...I can't believe I am stewing over a T.V. Show.  A REALITY show I might add.  I just watched the last Apprentice and I was thinking that I really didn't care who wins because they were both great.  After watching both Rebecca and Randal I decided that Rebecca was the winner because she was great under pressure and just sweet to her employees.  Oh..but Randal...oh you have to love him. Soooo nice and sweet.  Smart.  Great education.  Tells Rebecca that he wouldn't want to be going head to head with anyone else.  So...(for those who are not asleep)  Trump hires Randal..then proceeds to ask Randal if he was Trump would he hire Rebecca.  Oh wow...My husband knew Trumpy was going to hire both tonight.  I was telling hubby "Good Call"  And then..Randal says "This is The Apprentice and I should be the only one."  WHAT???  There are 2 different jobs and he needs to take all the glory?? Trumpy doesn't hire Rebecca anyway??? Why listen to Randal, Trumpy??You suck Randal!  You suck Trump!  And after this rant regarding a reality show I shall ask Santa for a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00004ck2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00004ck2" width="100" height="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:614</id>
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    <title>I finally got in the christmas spirit.</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T04:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T07:00:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally got in the Christmas spirit. I Finally put a tree up and put out the nativity scene. I didn't want Chrismas decorations nor did I want a damn tree that would leave pine needles all over my house.  I have a one year old child.  He only wants what is off limits.  A tree didn't sound attractive.  Then...... I was feeling guilty. The kids.  They needed a tree. What kind of parent doesn't decorate or put up a tree? A GRINCHY one like me.  So now..the tree is up and as Chloe put it perfectly..it is sooo cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00005fst/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bionicjustice/pic/00005fst" width="111" height="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bionicjustice:473</id>
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    <title>My lame venture</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T20:09:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T10:33:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really don't have a lot of extra time on my hands but I really felt like doing this. I will not always have exciting things to share but I think it will be nice to take some time out of my day and journal. I need a break from The Wiggles,Doodle Bops, and so on. I know most of you are like "The Who's and the Doodle What's?"  They are both groups with shows on Playhouse Disney that Owen and Olivia are very entertained by and somehow all of their songs get stuck in my head. With this..maybe I can put my brain elsewhere so I am not singing songs about cauliflower.  Yes....There is actually a song about cauliflower.</content>
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