<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:48:23.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{k}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8569865293151504079</id><published>2009-10-31T10:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:51:34.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED TO NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>Folks.  This blog is old and crappy.  Find my new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.happynerdville.blogspot.com"&gt;www.happynerdville.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8569865293151504079?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8569865293151504079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8569865293151504079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8569865293151504079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8569865293151504079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2009/10/moved-to-new-blog.html' title='MOVED TO NEW BLOG'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-5294118330769802059</id><published>2008-11-13T10:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:16:44.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SRxUEWT7vSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pbmYBFermHM/s1600-h/SDC10596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268178097802034466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SRxUEWT7vSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pbmYBFermHM/s400/SDC10596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I realize today is not September 22nd, but aside from work and moving, I have been making little projects here and there. This is one of my favorites, very much inspired by Kara over at oldladyinateenager.blogspot.com. It took all of three minutes to make, if that. I just used some kraft paper from HL, notebook paper, white office supply dots, and a torn-up Anthro catalog. Just stamped a title, scribbled some random musings, and wham. Mini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have done some art journaling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268180430779026866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SRxWMJU_jbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tvLBr-BxMXQ/s400/SDC10617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have different journals for different kinds of art.  The top one is for small, quick pieces, the second one is for experimenting with new techniques, the third is for watercolor, the fourth for happy colors, and the big ledger on the bottom is for bigger work.  I have a tendency to do all my "emo" stuff in the big one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some embarassingly beautiful pictures from the NKOTB concert that I have been putting off doing anything with because I feel like I'm ruining them, but I figure I have them on disk, so I can just print out another set if I ever feel like it.  So I'm going to make my little New Kids mini this weekend, and I'm also going to probably start on a mini for my sister for Christmas.  I need to get started on my handmade projects for the holidays, so I'll probably be doing that too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now - I have to go run group.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-5294118330769802059?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/5294118330769802059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=5294118330769802059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5294118330769802059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5294118330769802059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/11/projects.html' title='Projects.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SRxUEWT7vSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pbmYBFermHM/s72-c/SDC10596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1594892572573044486</id><published>2008-11-11T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:27:29.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK.  Hiatus over.  I promise.  No more.</title><content type='html'>I have no picture.  I have no excuses.  For the past ten months I have been enmeshed in a relationship that was completely exhausting in every way.  Those of you with some personal insight into what's been going on with me probably know what I'm talking about - and I have to thank those of you who were there after my "awakening" with nothing to say but "hey, welcome back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a brief summary of some things that have been developing - or &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;developing, as the case may be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While my long-time friend, Big Rick is wonderful, little rick is.....  I wish him the best, but I am tapped out - that is what happens when you involve yourself with a "taker" - and a convincing one at that.  No hard feelings, just needed a breath of air, and now I have plenty of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out who my true friends are - those who helped me move out of my apartment instead of watching Sons of Anarchy.  Those who stayed with me and took me out and said, "Dude what the hell are you doing?  Don't you think you deserve something better?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did attend the New Kids on the Block concert, and it was by far, the funnest thing I have ever done.  I had an obnoxiously great time, and it was worth waiting twenty years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved out of my apartment (obviously) due to some unforseen events (no, I did not get evicted) and am moving into an apartment across the street from where I used to live, on the 10th of December.  It has vaulted ceilings, which is awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hamster, Patty, who I have yet to post a picture of, I'm realizing,  is alive and well and needs some pellet food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to visit my friend Mary Gail at the lake, and had fun sewing, shooting guns, and eating.  Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with Prismacolor Premier pencils and just bought a grip of them on ebay for like, 35 dollars.  Score.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with the internet, my vintage Dymo label maker with the script wheel, and coming up with ways to decorate my apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to sell my big chaise and chair (part of a sectional) and buy a different, smaller couch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dreamt of my grandmother the other night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and I turned 32.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;more later.  and again.  i'm sorry.  i'm back.  i'm lucid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1594892572573044486?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1594892572573044486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1594892572573044486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1594892572573044486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1594892572573044486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-hiatus-over-i-promise-no-more.html' title='OK.  Hiatus over.  I promise.  No more.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-2540957672796917781</id><published>2008-09-23T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:17:44.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.  My SD card has no Sense Of Humor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNkwwJkSLGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hxhmyqwIZhs/s1600-h/Blue_SDHC_8GB%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249280444436982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNkwwJkSLGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hxhmyqwIZhs/s400/Blue_SDHC_8GB%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yesterday, I had downloaded some lovely inspirational photos from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.oldladyinateenager.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog onto the DS card that I typically use for work (because who wants to only do &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; at work).  I took the card home so that I could transfer my new pictures over to my personal laptop.  I did the usual, click, shift/click, cut, paste, done.  When I got to work this morning, I inserted said SD card into my work card reader and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it. was. empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY.  Every SINGLE document, my program manual, my chaperone program manual, countless letters, some clinical evaluations, GONE.  So I call my boss and tell him I have to go home, because perhaps, by some digital miracle, I merely selected all the folders on the card and accidentally transfered everything to my laptop.  I drive ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN, insert the card into my laptop, and there is everything, just as it should be.  So I drive ALL THE WAY BACK ACROSS TOWN, with my own laptop in tow, just in case, I put the stupid card into my stupid work laptop, and it stupid works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some nice pictures that I will include in my next post, which, if all is digitally right with the world, should show up here in the next hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share my SD episode with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the New Kids on the Block CD!!   DORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-2540957672796917781?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/2540957672796917781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=2540957672796917781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/2540957672796917781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/2540957672796917781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-my-sd-card-has-no-sense-of-humor.html' title='Hello.  My SD card has no Sense Of Humor.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNkwwJkSLGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hxhmyqwIZhs/s72-c/Blue_SDHC_8GB%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-394512149245041270</id><published>2008-09-22T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:08:29.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And by the way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNemChqp7aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4EuD7JDF-0w/s1600-h/mj_1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248846453050830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNemChqp7aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4EuD7JDF-0w/s400/mj_1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During my blogging absence, the Olympics happened, and I was quite happy to watch Michael Phelps do what he does.  One night I made a really nice, big salad, and Rick came over.  As we were eating, one of Michael's events came on, and we had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  OOh, Michael Phelps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  What is the big deal with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  He's a great athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  Well why don't you go make HIM a salad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also added a comment asking my why I didn't call Michael Phelps and tell HIM to help me work on my golf swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-394512149245041270?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/394512149245041270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=394512149245041270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/394512149245041270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/394512149245041270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-by-way.html' title='And by the way....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNemChqp7aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4EuD7JDF-0w/s72-c/mj_1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-6698249103618886299</id><published>2008-09-22T07:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:56:11.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNegERIt3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6U-ckssUH1A/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248839885903486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNegERIt3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6U-ckssUH1A/s400/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I am a crappy blogger.  I don't know what to say besides I am very sorry, and I am Resolving To Do Better.  If it makes any difference, I have been ridiculously occupied with the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pondering the dysfunction of my family of origin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flying airplanes and getting a terrible sunburn at the air show this past weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping for fourteen hours straight after said sunburn/air show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about crocheting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Messing with my watercolors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Project Runway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's what I've been doing.  There are some possibilities for a move - the last house deal fell through when I found out that the realtor trying to rent me the house was all shady and didn't have a license.  Anyhow, nothing is set in stone yet, so that's still up in the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rick is fantastic and doing well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hamster, Patty, is likewise fantastic and doing well.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I, dear ones, am fantastic and doing well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-6698249103618886299?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/6698249103618886299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=6698249103618886299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/6698249103618886299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/6698249103618886299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/09/sry.html' title='SRY'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SNegERIt3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6U-ckssUH1A/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3692880360615514631</id><published>2008-08-12T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:49:14.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny. New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seadreamstudio/1637538775/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/1637538775_27495967c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seadreamstudio/1637538775/"&gt;world's best glitter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/seadreamstudio/"&gt;Sea Dream Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again - a hiatus.  I'm trying to get things situated around here....there's lots to do.  The biggest thing going on is that I am MOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in Midland, but moving out of my tiny 600 square-foot apartment and into a 1700 square-foot house.  I contacted the city for utilities today, and I'll do the electricity soon.  I'm excited - the house is beautiful; only four years old, and gigantic.  It's mostly tile, and needs absolutely no work.  The kitchen is great, the doors are fantastic, and it has recessed lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESSED LIGHTING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to contact the realtor now, to see if I can get in there to take some pictures and get some dimensions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sore today, because I played golf yesterday after not having picked up a club in almost two weeks.  Rick and I went out and we crashed the Yak, which sucks, but it's not like we don't have five other planes to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....my new hamster's name is Patty.  I'm at work right now, so I don't have any pictures handy, but I'll get some up soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I need to finish this stack of paperwork.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more soon!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3692880360615514631?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3692880360615514631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3692880360615514631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3692880360615514631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3692880360615514631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/08/shiny-new.html' title='Shiny. New.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/1637538775_27495967c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3045557814391853298</id><published>2008-07-27T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:14.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SI0YlzumaII/AAAAAAAAAJw/KcgpOBuwKuo/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SI0YlzumaII/AAAAAAAAAJw/KcgpOBuwKuo/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227861780266903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know.  I've been on hiatus - for no particular reason, really.  I've been working, and otherwise spending time outside of my apartment, away from my computer.  I uploaded all the Sims 2 games again, and that has been rather distracting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite a bit of time this weekend cleaning my apartment.  I finally got through all that mess in the bedroom, cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen, and organized my scrapbook stuff, and I'm much happier.  It was really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black widow, thankfully, was not in my apartment, but she WAS inside the laundry area at Rick's apartment.  He was coexisting quite peacefully with her until we saw her one day and she was HUGE and I said, "What if she has babies" and then he killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more of an update later.   Featured in said update will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new hamster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pictures of my clean bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what I love about the movie Nacho Libre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;tata...and sorry for the absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3045557814391853298?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3045557814391853298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3045557814391853298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3045557814391853298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3045557814391853298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-missing.html' title='I&apos;m Missing.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SI0YlzumaII/AAAAAAAAAJw/KcgpOBuwKuo/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1326711671535402429</id><published>2008-06-12T09:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:14.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SFFDwHpef3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uwOiMil5r-E/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020737810169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SFFDwHpef3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uwOiMil5r-E/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I woke up from a dead sleep. It wasn't a nightmare, and I wasn't startled or scared, I just peacefully woke up, at 5:28am. My first thought after I looked at my phone was, "Why am I awake?", and then I thought to myself, "I need to go check on Shibby." She wasn't moving. I knew last night that she was probably going to pass sometime in the night, so before bed, I held her and touched her to my cheek, and she layed there very quietly, looking back at me. When I checked on her this morning after I woke up, she was still warm. She wasn't moving, but her eyes were barely open and moving slightly. I picked her up and she wasn't stiff at all. I held her, and finally, I closed her little eyes for her and they stayed closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 31, and I know it's probably very silly for me to be sad about a hamster, but I really, really enjoyed her. She was funny and, if you can believe it, excellent company. I miss her, and I'm glad she's at peace, and tumor-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shibby: if by any chance you are in a place where you not only have internet access, but have also been granted with the ability to read, I just wanted to say that I love you.....and thank you for being such a good friend. I'll never, ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.12.2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1326711671535402429?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1326711671535402429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1326711671535402429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1326711671535402429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1326711671535402429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/06/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SFFDwHpef3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uwOiMil5r-E/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-7925482669494185880</id><published>2008-06-09T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:14.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17th.  Do Not Disturb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SE1BX-Z1U6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4RELU4YOU9I/s1600-h/2532534444_1d2b84723c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892224081679266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SE1BX-Z1U6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4RELU4YOU9I/s400/2532534444_1d2b84723c_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you call me on October 17th, I will not answer.  I might call you so you can hear me scream and holler and carry on, but I will not have a long conversation.  I will be busy.  My thirteen year old self is TOTALLY FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was going to go....and I'm going.  YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-7925482669494185880?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/7925482669494185880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=7925482669494185880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/7925482669494185880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/7925482669494185880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/06/october-17th-do-not-disturb.html' title='October 17th.  Do Not Disturb.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SE1BX-Z1U6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4RELU4YOU9I/s72-c/2532534444_1d2b84723c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8935692340651154218</id><published>2008-06-08T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:45:19.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87704480@N00/188886337/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/188886337_561b58448f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87704480@N00/188886337/"&gt;Light painting Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87704480@N00/"&gt;Lowry Lou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love is altogether confusing.  Don't panic, I'm fine, everything is fine...there's just been a lot of conversation lately between Rick and myself about where we are and what we're doing.  It's very simple and very complicated, all at the same time.  The weirdest thing of all is that there is a sense of peace about it.  I have no idea what the future holds, but for the first time, I think that is sort of ok.  I am thankful that Rick is able to communicate his thoughts and feelings, and has been honest with me about them.  I am thankful that he is open, albeit cautious.  He is the first person I've ever met that cares enough about me to not want to take something that he can't give in return just yet.  These are good qualities.  He is precious, and I am blessed that he is a part of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been a very good blogger lately.  As I mentioned earlier, there are some projects I have in the works that I need to tend to, and they've been taking up my time.  Rick and I have spent quite a bit of time together as well, thus all the conversation-having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain.  Life is good.  If you are the praying type, I could use some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to finish cleaning my closet (puke) and then I am going to maybe take a nap or something.  Maybe ride my bike.  Or do some art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the internet today!  It has been so flaky lately!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8935692340651154218?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8935692340651154218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8935692340651154218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8935692340651154218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8935692340651154218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/06/dang-it.html' title='Dang It!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/188886337_561b58448f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8507381529307262510</id><published>2008-05-31T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:15.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SEH-zq_azAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wwl3JcGfLRY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SEH-zq_azAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wwl3JcGfLRY/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206722807884073986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Rick and I on the balcony, practicing for our Youtube video.  Stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence.  I've been a little busy hanging out with Big Rick, hanging out with Little Rick, cleaning my apartment, and making things.  I'll update, I promise.  Might be some big things in the works.  I'll let you know as things develop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8507381529307262510?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8507381529307262510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8507381529307262510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8507381529307262510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8507381529307262510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/dorks.html' title='Dorks!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SEH-zq_azAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wwl3JcGfLRY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-5570284923902033101</id><published>2008-05-28T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:47:51.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><content type='html'>No picture, lovelies.  It's almost midnight and I still have to shower, pray, and journal.  I have group tomorrow, but on the plus side, tomorrow is also "Friday" for me, so it will be fine.  Today was busy, I saw a lot of people at work, talked to Rick a few times during the day - he is very busy lately and we really haven't had a chance to hang out, which sucks, but it's okay.  I appreciate very much that he calls me throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spend the evening with my fantastic friends, Holli and Eric, and their kids.  I love being around them.  Plus, Holli is an amazing chef, so it never hurts to have dinner there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I must go.  Sorry for the blandness...it's sort of been weird these past couple of weeks.  I feel a little off kilter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all good!   Can't complain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-5570284923902033101?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/5570284923902033101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=5570284923902033101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5570284923902033101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5570284923902033101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='SIGH'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-4872015890684996306</id><published>2008-05-27T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:15.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I Feel Like This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDzTM6_ay_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/krhHzOc0tTU/s1600-h/fullEmoBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDzTM6_ay_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/krhHzOc0tTU/s400/fullEmoBoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205267488280595442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps with a little more hair.  And glasses.  And some clothes and minus the curly belly button.  But you get the picture.  I don't want to feel like this today, I just do.  Nothing is going wrong per se, and I've certainly had worse days, it's just that sometimes I get so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Big Rick is moving to Austin, and while I am happy for him, it also sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will pass, as all feelings of fear/unsuredness do.  If you're reading this, I could really use some good prayers/karma/thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this post funnier, I will tell you that I saw a woman with her toddler this morning walking around the business district downtown, wearing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink sequined corset.&lt;/span&gt;  The woman, not the toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-4872015890684996306?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/4872015890684996306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=4872015890684996306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4872015890684996306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4872015890684996306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-feel-like-this.html' title='Sometimes, I Feel Like This.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDzTM6_ay_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/krhHzOc0tTU/s72-c/fullEmoBoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-5090694494569918772</id><published>2008-05-20T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:15.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uncanny Resemblance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDOQIZ29n9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/bT2Dn1gL8Qk/s1600-h/don-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDOQIZ29n9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/bT2Dn1gL8Qk/s400/don-music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202660468597825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this guy?  It's Don Music from Sesame Street...he'd sit at the piano, trying to write songs, and when he couldn't find a word that rhymed, he would say, "OH, I'LL NEVER GET IT, NEVER!!!" and then he would bang his head on the piano keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is my relationship with art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.  I love color and texture and I love playing with it and arranging it and moving it around...but when it comes to permanently adhering something, I get nervous.  I get critical.  I'm almost positive there is another life lesson here (see my entry about my crappy day at the driving range), but I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I had a lot of difficulty falling asleep last night, and when the alarm woke me up at 7:00 this morning, I turned it off, and didn't wake up until 8. Oops.  Work was totally annoying today, it was ridiculously hot outside, they are doing construction across the street, thereby kicking dust up everywhere, and my hamster peed on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. (bangs head against keys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions/Observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHY is Kelly Grimsley STILL doing public service commercials?  How much cocaine did they catch him with???  I don't need a used car salesman telling me that sixty percent of children who drown do it in their own pool!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm tired and a little crabby, and I need to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight sounds like a good night for a Sominex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I will sign off, before I say something I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-5090694494569918772?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/5090694494569918772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=5090694494569918772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5090694494569918772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5090694494569918772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncanny-resemblance.html' title='An Uncanny Resemblance.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDOQIZ29n9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/bT2Dn1gL8Qk/s72-c/don-music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-201432028233920084</id><published>2008-05-19T22:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love This.  Plus, Another Electrical Malady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDJcSp29n7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RGHEH1tsVWQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDJcSp29n7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RGHEH1tsVWQ/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202321995110129586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love paper.  I realize this makes me a hopeless nerd in every way, but I am okay with that.  I picked all this up in Lubbock a couple of months ago, and am only now getting a chance to use it.   Actually, I've had plenty of chances to use it, but it's so pretty, I just hate cutting into it.  It almost makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the fortune teller fish?  Remember when we would win those at the carnival and at the Halloween Carnival at school, back in the days when Halloween (and any other activity involving singing and gaiety) was not against school policy?  I love those.  Tomorrow, I will post a link to the site where I bought them.  It is the same site, incidentally, where I got 24 fabulous yards of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDJc9J29n8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zbZnoRL4GII/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDJc9J29n8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zbZnoRL4GII/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202322725254569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punchinella.  This used to be EVERYWHERE, and twenty years ago, to my own chagrin, we made hairbows out of it and wore them.   Proudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be getting some interest back on the bad karma I generated yesterday by moaning about electricity, because this evening at around 5, I went to run an errand, and when I got home, my ELECTRICITY WAS COMPLETELY OFF.  I was all, DAMMIT, and I had to call the electric company (thankfully my computer still had a little bit of battery left so I could get the phone number) and they told me that yes, I was correct, I did not have a past due balance, and to call the actual electric provider, Onstar or Oncor or something, and so I did, and it turns out something happened to the generator here at the condos I live in, and THAT'S why the electricity was off, and it went on about an hour later, and I was glad, because SOMEBODY in the apartment office was about to replace all the beef and chicken and the bag of ice I bought earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the day went well.  I got bills paid, visited Rick for a little while, and I'm winding down.  I would have been in bed already, but I went and ate a bowl of cereal, which was stupid, because A) it is too late to eat, and B) I am lactose intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.  More tomorrow.   If you read my blog, please comment.  I know you're out there, because when half of you call me or I call you, you're like, "Oh yeah, I read about that on your blog."   ARE YOU OUT THERE?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-201432028233920084?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/201432028233920084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=201432028233920084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/201432028233920084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/201432028233920084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-still-love-this-plus-another.html' title='I Still Love This.  Plus, Another Electrical Malady.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDJcSp29n7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RGHEH1tsVWQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8972909808152654146</id><published>2008-05-18T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:17:50.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND BY THE WAY...My Thoughts on Electricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lukeisley/2323438312/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2323438312_012ee86f3a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lukeisley/2323438312/"&gt;IMG_3667&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lukeisley/"&gt;lukeisley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First of all, did you know there are "peak hours" during which it is CHEAPER to use electricity?  Is this common knowledge? Because I sure as molasses didn't know about it.  Rick told me this today.  HELLO!      It's like EVENING MINUTES for your electricity!  Does everyone do this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that I did not know about wattage evening minutes, nearly every electronic gadget I have gave me attitude today.  First of all, I took my Sony PRS-505 to the airfield, so I could read Twilight again, and I read about three sentences and THE BATTERY RAN OUT.  Then, I plugged in my Zune.  THE BATTERY RAN OUT.  Then, when I got home, I COULD NOT GET ONLINE.  Then, my cell phone STOPPED SENDING TEXT MESSAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is in charge of electricity exactly, but whoever it is, they're on my poop list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8972909808152654146?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8972909808152654146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8972909808152654146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8972909808152654146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8972909808152654146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-by-waymy-thoughts-on-electricity.html' title='AND BY THE WAY...My Thoughts on Electricity'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2323438312_012ee86f3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-4527983716559316302</id><published>2008-05-18T17:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:15.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Did This Morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDC9ip29n6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z4W3p4TWiHg/s1600-h/thriller460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDC9ip29n6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z4W3p4TWiHg/s400/thriller460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201865972662509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have evidently been living under a rock since October of last year, because there is this woman who made a goal to break the world record (there was already a world record of this??) of having the largest number of people dancing to Michael Jackson's "Thriller" at the same time.  I missed this, but thanks to modern-day technology, the instructional videos are forever archived on Youtube, and THAT is what I did this morning.  I learned the first three sections of the dance.  This sounds like a lot, but it is only like, six counts of eight, which is like, MAYBE thirty seconds of music, if that.  Rick called in the middle of it, and I told him what I was doing, and this is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   "oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the flying field, where I got ANOTHER sunburn, which for me, is the only way I "tan".  I also painted this morning, and now I'm back at home, updating, contemplating if I should eat macaroni and cheese, and scrapbook, or watch a movie and eat macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THRILLER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-4527983716559316302?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/4527983716559316302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=4527983716559316302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4527983716559316302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4527983716559316302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-what-i-did-this-morning.html' title='Guess What I Did This Morning....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SDC9ip29n6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z4W3p4TWiHg/s72-c/thriller460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-674041427144748925</id><published>2008-05-15T20:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:17.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Made Me Happy Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz0qp29n1I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qhk5-H8Sm2o/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz0qp29n1I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qhk5-H8Sm2o/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200800683334147922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art supplies.  After a somewhat stressful day, or when I just feel like treating myself, I don't eat ice cream, take a bubble bath, or read a romance novel.  I buy art supplies.  You want to make me happy?  Buy me art supplies.  I am SO painting tonight.  Do you see that pack of recycled paper?  IT'S THE TEXTURE OF PAPER BAGS, BUT THINNER.  I realize I might be in the minority here, but it makes me fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz0EZ29n0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3BCon1qMU8w/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz0EZ29n0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3BCon1qMU8w/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200800026204151618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fazoli's has the best fountain drinks ever.  Yes, I am fully aware that Coca-Cola is bad for you, but it tastes SO GOOD.  The Coke from Fazoli's is really strong.....like engine cleaner.  Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz1h529n2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jXDjeCD4cLI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz1h529n2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jXDjeCD4cLI/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200801632521920354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journal makes me happy.  I have a huge stack of them, and I started up again, since I stopped sometime last October.  I'm a little particular about the book I write in.  It has to be a composition notebook, but it absolutely must be college ruled.  They're a little hard to find, but when I find them at Staples, I snatch 5 or 6 up at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz2yp29n3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DiCdSomcGY0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz2yp29n3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DiCdSomcGY0/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803019796356978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shibby makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz3np29n4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/A7oQFwET7rA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz3np29n4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/A7oQFwET7rA/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803930329423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art journals and books about art journals make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz6yZ29n5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7OREfGS6ugc/s1600-h/Photo%2B27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz6yZ29n5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7OREfGS6ugc/s400/Photo%2B27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200807413547900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://suziblu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suziblu&lt;/a&gt; makes me happy. Click on her name to see her blog.  I've been following her for quite some time.  She's a great inspiration .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring, but good.  I ran groups today and my supervisor sat in on all of them, which was cool.  I did NOT get to attend my hair dye appointment, because my stylist's son had a program tonight, and she was only going to have an  hour and a half to dye my entire head....I HAVE A LOT OF HAIR!   So rather than be rushed and end up with black dye everywhere only to have it fall out in two weeks, I just rescheduled.  Note to self:  Brown roots with black hair looks way stupider than black roots with brown hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Rick and had a nice conversation.  He is dealing with quite a bit right now, but he is thoughtful enough to communicate that to me and make me feel secure.  He amazes me sometimes....he'll mention something that I told him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; ago...not only is he a great listener, but he knows how I think, and tries, as much as he can, to be conscientious of it and communicate with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coffee with Big Rick yesterday and we decided that we need to buy two pairs of those huge joke sunglasses, put them on, set up the video camera, and sing 80's music at the top of our lungs in the car, and put it on Youtube.  We are SO doing that.  I just have to find the sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take a shower and paint now.  I have a new art journal!  I have heavy structure gel!!  I have new prismacolor pencils!!!!  Well, I only have four of them, because a set of 124 Prismacolor pencils are like, 140 dollars.  I will get some soon, maybe....but for right now, I've got a ton of acrylics and these great pastels (water soluble) that will do me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/KAG240%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-674041427144748925?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/674041427144748925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=674041427144748925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/674041427144748925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/674041427144748925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-made-me-happy-today.html' title='Things That Made Me Happy Today'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCz0qp29n1I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qhk5-H8Sm2o/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8450936107239938190</id><published>2008-05-14T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:36:12.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Caught Up</title><content type='html'>on my paperwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8450936107239938190?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8450936107239938190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8450936107239938190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8450936107239938190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8450936107239938190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-caught-up.html' title='I Am Caught Up'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-6168811277608165007</id><published>2008-05-12T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:17.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Balloons and A Quick Note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCj4UZ29nyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EWp3dRLiMsA/s1600-h/Corpus+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCj4UZ29nyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EWp3dRLiMsA/s400/Corpus+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199678799221727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to document the following conversation, between Rick and I, because it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;(On the phone today, while I am looking at Shibby, my pet hamster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  Shibby's front teeth are uneven! &lt;br /&gt;R:  Quit making her laugh, then you won't have to look at them. &lt;br /&gt;K:  Haha!  No, seriously, one is way longer than the other.&lt;br /&gt;R:  Please tell me you are not taking her to some hamster dentist.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K:  Wow!  Are there really hamster dentists?  I bet there are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA!   Maybe you had to have been there.  It was really funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL CLEANING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-6168811277608165007?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/6168811277608165007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=6168811277608165007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/6168811277608165007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/6168811277608165007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-of-balloons-and-quick-note.html' title='A Picture of Balloons and A Quick Note.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCj4UZ29nyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EWp3dRLiMsA/s72-c/Corpus+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3503729757213851636</id><published>2008-05-12T17:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:17.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Redecorating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjdQJ29nvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EZWbel5Qfj0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjdQJ29nvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EZWbel5Qfj0/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199649039393332978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not finished yet.  I'd like to set that mirror and flower arrangement in the corner on a little table, but I only have a short black one, and I'm not sure I like it.  Anyway, I am MUCH happier with this arrangement.  My living room was totally getting on my nerves.  It was nice, but reflected none of my personality....this is getting there.  The best thing is that I haven't bought anything.  I've used stuff I already had at the house.  That parasol?  I totally got that at a flea market in Dallas, like three or four years ago, which is the same place I got that old chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the low points to this redecoration is that my apartment is now in a state of.... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transition" &lt;/span&gt;(read:  "messy").  I really don't like my apartment to be cluttered or messy, so I'm going to have to get off of here and turn off Dancing With the Stars and get to work.  OK, AFTER KRISTI YAMAGUCHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjhNJ29nwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jq87qcHZSKc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjhNJ29nwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jq87qcHZSKc/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199653385900236546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the poor lighting.  I am still trying to figure out how to best use my camera.  Apartment lighting is absolutely abysmal.  Here is another blurry detail shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjhwZ29nxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZKMWpgbXIl8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjhwZ29nxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZKMWpgbXIl8/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199653991490625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than redecorating, not much done today.  I'm really looking around, becoming increasingly dissatisfied.  I have to go fix this mess.   I will leave you with a few random observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I the only person who has not watched The Hills?  What is it?  Is it real?  Why do people watch those ridiculous girls?  Who the hell is Justin?  Who cares?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love vintage aprons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHY does Dancing With The Stars have to be a two hour episode?? I need to clean my apartment!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was five minutes late to work today because I had to watch the new video that was released on the New Kids On The Block website, and I don't have streaming media at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Night night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3503729757213851636?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3503729757213851636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3503729757213851636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3503729757213851636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3503729757213851636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/redecorating.html' title='Redecorating.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCjdQJ29nvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EZWbel5Qfj0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8477188003426237676</id><published>2008-05-10T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:17.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCZ1qefa73I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t-ttjKJq5PE/s1600-h/merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCZ1qefa73I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t-ttjKJq5PE/s400/merlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198972192445624178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember Merlin?  My brother used to have one, and I would switch between actually attempting the game, and using it as a pretend telephone.    I've been flashbacking lately - firstly because Rick suggested some songs for me to download while we were in Corpus, and they're all old school rap/breakdancing songs, like Scorpio, and A.J. Scratch, and Fresh is the Word....  I love all of it.  Then, later tonight, I got on the phone with my friend Amber, from Baltimore, and we sat and watched cheesy 90's videos on Youtube, which consisted of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Adore Mi Amor - Color Me Badd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Wanna Sex U Up - Color Me Badd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telephone Talking - The Guys Next Door (OMG)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dino - I Like It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Soul - If My Sister's In Trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gerardo - Rico Suave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You - Glenn Mediros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing My Love Can't Fix - JOEY LAWRENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OMG.  The nineties were horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good - I went to Rick's and we got to chatting, and by the time we got to the airfield, it was too windy to fly, so we had lunch, and then went home and fixed the new plane up, so it's ready to fly now.  We are hoping to fly the Yak tomorrow, but I'm not sure that's going to happen, because I can hear the wind kicking up again.  Really great conversation today.  I love how intelligent and direct he is.  I also managed to take off, fly, and land on the simulator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go to bed before two tonight....so au revoir!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how you spell that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8477188003426237676?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8477188003426237676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8477188003426237676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8477188003426237676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8477188003426237676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashback.html' title='FLASHBACK.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCZ1qefa73I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t-ttjKJq5PE/s72-c/merlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8197196584499473057</id><published>2008-05-09T15:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:18.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Not Working on Fridays.</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, as I enjoyed my day off, this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS-refa70I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yVYZwWd2IcE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS-refa70I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yVYZwWd2IcE/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198489524020899650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plus this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS_Mufa71I/AAAAAAAAAHA/7L6GN3Ek0SA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS_Mufa71I/AAAAAAAAAHA/7L6GN3Ek0SA/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198490095251550034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Equaled this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS_defa72I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vfg1_x0n9i4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS_defa72I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vfg1_x0n9i4/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198490383014358882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I added a few more red flourishes after I took this photo.  The design is based off of a t-shirt I saw once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Rick's birthday!!!  I feel odd, because I've already given him his presents, but I picked up his cake earlier (pineapple upside-down, at his request), so we'll have that later.  I saw him at lunchtime, and he seemed pleased as punch that today is his day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of have a little headache right now, which is odd, because I rarely have them, but I'm going to go take care of that before it gets out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later, lovelies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8197196584499473057?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8197196584499473057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8197196584499473057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8197196584499473057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8197196584499473057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-like-not-working-on-fridays.html' title='I Like Not Working on Fridays.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCS-refa70I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yVYZwWd2IcE/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-9065499743008906652</id><published>2008-05-07T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:18.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOTALLY Want One of These.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCKLeOQYtuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SP0iwJXvtJk/s1600-h/1303595883_429fdc42e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCKLeOQYtuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SP0iwJXvtJk/s400/1303595883_429fdc42e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197870271278135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A CURLY HEADED GUINEA PIG!!!  I saw two at PetSmart last Friday and now they are GONE.  This one is actually more coiffed than the ones at the pet store.  The one I liked looked like he'd been through the wringer.  I fell in love with him, but now there are only smooth, clean-cut guinea pigs, which are also cute, but not as frazzled looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's LATE!  I have group tomorrow!  I need to go to bed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-9065499743008906652?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/9065499743008906652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=9065499743008906652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/9065499743008906652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/9065499743008906652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-totally-want-one-of-these.html' title='I TOTALLY Want One of These.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCKLeOQYtuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SP0iwJXvtJk/s72-c/1303595883_429fdc42e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8777442374983613924</id><published>2008-05-06T21:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:19.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEgWuXVRBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-ceiHKPYqCc/s1600-h/l_e4b482782607d638f6eb1f84310f4d54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEgWuXVRBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-ceiHKPYqCc/s400/l_e4b482782607d638f6eb1f84310f4d54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197471019737367570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conversation between Rick and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  ..AND...they have this VIP package for American Express cardholders where you get CLOSE SEATS and you get to MEET THEM and ....my friend has AMEX, so I'm going to ask him to buy our TICKETS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  What do you mean by "our" tickets?  Who is "our"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  I mean me and Jennifer (my niece).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  Oh, ok, because I was figna say, I'm not going.  I'll babysit the hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:  Fine, but I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  I'm sure you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much it costs, how much work I have to miss, where I have to fly, or who I have to beat up to get there.  I didn't get to go when I was thirteen and I sure as poop am not going to miss them this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today was a very busy day, and the weather was really crappy, but I have been totally happy and at peace.  I got a lot accomplished at work, I got to give Rick his birthday presents (early!!!).  I loved seeing his reaction.  Besides the new plane, I also got him this Real Flight Simulator for RC flying, and as I was setting it up, he came over and made my day with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  We have a SIMULATOR!!! (kisses me on the forehead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also happy because I wore one of my favorite necklaces today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEjQ-XVRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5K-HoaddPhI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEjQ-XVRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5K-HoaddPhI/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197474219488003106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The French "no" pendant)....I will not even go into how long it took me to get the focus right with my new impossible camera.  I also got a cute recycled pouch at Target today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEj5OXVRDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z7OYK0CS0l0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEj5OXVRDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z7OYK0CS0l0/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197474910977737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made out of recycled plastic bottles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late - Hasta luego!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8777442374983613924?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8777442374983613924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8777442374983613924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8777442374983613924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8777442374983613924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SCEgWuXVRBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-ceiHKPYqCc/s72-c/l_e4b482782607d638f6eb1f84310f4d54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-240228710758633714</id><published>2008-05-04T17:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:19.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Hiatus Almost Over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5GR-XVQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Az2ZgXChgxc/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5GR-XVQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Az2ZgXChgxc/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668294644712386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am extremely allergic to all manner of felines, and I don't have a really good relationship with them, but I couldn't resist getting a little close to this baby kitteh, who is being expertly handled by Rick's daughter.  I like how it's claws are all out.  CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in Corpus Christi since Friday night - a bit of a restless sleep that night - it's hard to adjust to the humidity, so I was hot and uncomfortable, but then we picked up the girls yesterday morning and spent time with them.  We went to the Buc Days parade, which was cool, but inconceivably long.  Today was beautiful and breezy - we visited Rick's grandma and great aunt who live in this completely iconic house....and they have an ORANGE TREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5I6OXVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/fNgWX6I23Yg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5I6OXVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/fNgWX6I23Yg/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196671185157702610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their house, Rick says, is over a hundred years old, and was moved across the city by his grandfather to avoid the flood area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5JGuXVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-2i0OXCpcfk/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5JGuXVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-2i0OXCpcfk/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196671399906067426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also said that the horseshoe nailed onto the side of the shack to the left has been there, in that same spot, for at least thirty-eight years and several hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5J1eXVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WxdrKfDMYnU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5J1eXVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WxdrKfDMYnU/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196672203064951794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though, of course, I was never in this kitchen until recently, this image evokes so much from my childhood.  First of all, my mother TOTALLY had those wooden bowls, and if you try to buy them now on eBay, they're ridiculously expensive.  I also recall that at times, in lieu of cabinets, we would just mount thin brass rods and make little curtains out of old bedsheets.  That strainer underneath the counter there is also familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got one more night here, and then we'll take the girls to school tomorrow...then head back to Midland in the afternoon.  Seven hours one way is a long way to drive...but for so many reasons...it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-240228710758633714?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/240228710758633714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=240228710758633714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/240228710758633714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/240228710758633714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-hiatus-almost-over.html' title='Weekend Hiatus Almost Over....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SB5GR-XVQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Az2ZgXChgxc/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-2909633208248147686</id><published>2008-04-30T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:20.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIBBY!   MADE IN ITALY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBlI1uXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ng_kr1J1Pwo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBlI1uXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ng_kr1J1Pwo/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195263732964737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Shibby.  this is the last picture of her in her little ghetto house, because NOW, we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBlAZ-XVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1OUn5DETzw8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBlAZ-XVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1OUn5DETzw8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195254460130345890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a tiring day at work and a windy, dusty trip to Andrews, I came home and Rick and I went to PetSmart, and we got THIS. I don't know if she likes it or not, but since it is MADE IN ITALY!, I can't possibly see why she would have any problems with it. She is completely hilarious. I hope she doesn't have a heart attack, she's really running around in there and doing an alarming amount of climbing and then falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change:  My friend Rosie forwarded me a questionnaire, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;7:15a.m. and then I fell back asleep and got up at 8:15a.m.&lt;br /&gt;2. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT IS THE LAST FILM THAT YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA?&lt;br /&gt;10,000 B.C.&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Girls&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;br /&gt;No breakfast, usually.&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT FOOD DO YOU DISLIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Liver, cooked spinach, and any manner of boogery, mucousy seafood, like oysters.&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CD?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is on my Zune.&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;2006 Scion xB&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE SANDWICH ?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU DESPISE?&lt;br /&gt;A lack of integrity, taking advantage of others.&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;A yellow striped t-shirt, and another t-shirt that says "AP Physics"&lt;br /&gt;13. IF U COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?&lt;br /&gt;Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Ivory&lt;br /&gt;15. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that's made well....not too particular on brands.&lt;br /&gt;16. WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE TO?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the mountains. Maybe a cabin in Northern PA, one in NM, and a home in TX.&lt;br /&gt;17.WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 6.&lt;br /&gt;18. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Baseball, football.&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE SAYING?&lt;br /&gt;The word "jacknuts".&lt;br /&gt;20. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;November 4.&lt;br /&gt;21. ARE YOU A MORNING OR NIGHT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;Evening person.&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT IS YOUR SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;23. PETS?&lt;br /&gt;A hamster named Shibby.&lt;br /&gt;24. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH US?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of work for the week until next Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;A librarian.&lt;br /&gt;26. HOW OLD ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe Skor.&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Carnation.&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS A DAY ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO?&lt;br /&gt;May 9, Ricks birthday.&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Ann Primera Garcia&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Girls on tv.&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;A taco.&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;34. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Robin's egg blue.&lt;br /&gt;35. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Coke - really strong coke.&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE Restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;P.F. Changs&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is nice.&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;A big tape recorder, and my typewriter, and my stuffed monkey, Fred.&lt;br /&gt;39. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;40. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;41. COFFEE OR TEA?&lt;br /&gt;Tea.&lt;br /&gt;42. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;43. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, bad day at the driving range.&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT FRIEND HAVE YOU HAD THE LONGEST?&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Hernandez, Rick Gray, Rueben Browning.&lt;br /&gt;46. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Talked to the girls, ate Fazoli's with Rick, and talked about work and business.&lt;br /&gt;47. FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Rain, mountain air, gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;br /&gt;Anything supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;49. SALTY OR SWEET?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what mood I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;50. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR RING?&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;51. HOW MANY YEARS AT YOUR CURRENT JOB?&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;52. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;53. HOW MANY TOWNS/CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN?&lt;br /&gt;Monahans, Georgetown, Brookshire, State College, Karthaus, Brownwood, Winchell, and Midland.... So that's 8.&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU MAKE FRIENDS EASIILY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm selective about friends, but I believe I can get along easily with most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it! It's already 11:30! I need to go to bed - group tomorrow, and then I have to get ready, because Rick and I are leaving for Corpus Christi after work on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-2909633208248147686?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/2909633208248147686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=2909633208248147686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/2909633208248147686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/2909633208248147686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/shibby-made-in-italy.html' title='SHIBBY!   MADE IN ITALY!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBlI1uXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ng_kr1J1Pwo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1290405941136272715</id><published>2008-04-28T22:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:20.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Cuteness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBalxeXVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vksMhDVyk-Y/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBalxeXVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vksMhDVyk-Y/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194521489601545042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Approximately four weeks ago, I saw this necklace at Target, and almost bought it, but thought to myself....do I really need to spend $20 on a necklace?  I decided against it and went on my merry way.  Today, I had to stop by there to pick up a few things, and I thought to myself, "I'm sure that cute necklace isn't there anymore.  I should have picked it up the last time I was here."  On a whim, I cruise over to the plastic jewelry section, with no expectations whatsoever, and lo and behold.  There she was... AND ON CLEARANCE.  I also found these cute note cards: (sorry for the blur, I have yet to master the new camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBamweXVQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RDArGESFJVo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBamweXVQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RDArGESFJVo/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194522571933303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite it being Monday, it was a pretty good day... I got some checks in the mail I'd been waiting for, and I also received these from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5105043"&gt;A. Bel Emporium on Etsy.:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBaoUuXVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qy8XLhlN5n4/s1600-h/il_430xN.24282329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBaoUuXVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qy8XLhlN5n4/s400/il_430xN.24282329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194524294215189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have about 18 and can't wait to use them in my little projects.  I also found these at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5027430"&gt;Cherry Pie Punk's store on etsy:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBapBeXVQ4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/64oJ97PAFp0/s1600-h/il_430xN.25099957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBapBeXVQ4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/64oJ97PAFp0/s400/il_430xN.25099957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194525063014335362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just want them.  I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, today went well - I was pleased with the mail, work went quickly, I saw Rick this morning before work, and I got to spend some time with Big Rick...then Rick Rick and I sat down for a bit and talked about some interesting stuff that happened at work today for both of us.  I'm not really sleepy right now, but I need to go to bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am buying Shibby a new cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  My knees accurately predicted the rain we had on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1290405941136272715?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1290405941136272715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1290405941136272715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1290405941136272715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1290405941136272715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/target-cuteness.html' title='Target Cuteness.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBalxeXVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vksMhDVyk-Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8557123447743795898</id><published>2008-04-27T23:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:21.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVEN PRRNT TWO MEGAPIXELS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVaHuXVQwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/a1rVT6EvWTs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVaHuXVQwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/a1rVT6EvWTs/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194156833993212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize 7.2mp is really not a big deal, but as I have previously discussed, I am used to my 3.2mp piece of junk, so I am wholeheartedly thrilled about doubling that, and then some.  Since I'm so excited about my new purchase, I'm including some random photos I took of my craft things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVaveXVQxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dreF52p65DA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVaveXVQxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dreF52p65DA/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194157516893012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jar of brushes and some tinsel garland I threw on there .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVa9eXVQyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xM3nJhocsls/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVa9eXVQyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xM3nJhocsls/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194157757411181346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YARN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was nice.  My nephew stayed the night with me on Saturday, we went out for breakfast with Rick this morning and then we went home and ate popsicles and watched Spongebob....then my sister and mom came to pick him up, and I met up with Rick and we wandered around for a bit and then we ate some pizza, which was excellent and talked about his birthday present, which, if he has truly made up his mind, is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVcU-XVQzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SnvFTifc7Ik/s1600-h/lgbga1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVcU-XVQzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SnvFTifc7Ik/s400/lgbga1046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194159260649734962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For reference purposes, I will tell you that the wingspan is wider than I am tall.  I realize that's not saying much, but before I saw an RC plane, I thought they were little.  They're not.  The bigger Yak and Ultimate biplane he has actually have MOTORBIKE ENGINES in them.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, back to the grind tomorrow.  Gnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8557123447743795898?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8557123447743795898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8557123447743795898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8557123447743795898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8557123447743795898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/seven-prrnt-two-megapixels.html' title='SEVEN PRRNT TWO MEGAPIXELS.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBVaHuXVQwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/a1rVT6EvWTs/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-5152704344214116995</id><published>2008-04-26T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:21.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBPqk-XVQuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R7r0rIDEGqw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBPqk-XVQuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R7r0rIDEGqw/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193752716225364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All one must do, when in a fix regarding their old, throwback, 3.2mp, dinosaur camera, is tell their older sister that they will sell it to her for twenty dollars.  Then, one need only go to Wal-Mart, and tell the young man at the photo desk, "I want to spend one-hundred dollars, and I want a camera that is 6mp or better, takes video, has an sd slot, and at least a two inch LCD screen."  And said young man will take a red Samsung camera out of the case, ring you up, you give him your one hundred and eight dollars, and you walk out with digital perfection.  No more bulky, four-AA battery using, crappy resolution, no sd card using relic of a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not go into the fact that my new camera has a NINETY ONE PAGE user's manual.  I need an engineering degree to figure it out.  But I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another electronic that has found it's way into my home recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBPr2uXVQvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lsAcz18jiz8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBPr2uXVQvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lsAcz18jiz8/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193754120679670514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new HP Compaq Presario F700, which I practically STOLE from Best Buy.  And a plastic chocolate bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went well - I took my dog (I will miss you, Emma) to her new owner, cried, went flying with Rick at the airfield, met up with my Mom, sister, and nephew, went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to Rick's with my nephew to look at his planes, and now my nephew is staying the night.  YAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow, dears.  I'm off to entertain the nephew and play with the new cameRAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-5152704344214116995?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/5152704344214116995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=5152704344214116995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5152704344214116995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5152704344214116995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes.html' title='Oh Yes.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBPqk-XVQuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R7r0rIDEGqw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-9014476245710564313</id><published>2008-04-25T17:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:22.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJlQeXVQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/G73LNFaPDXc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJlQeXVQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/G73LNFaPDXc/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193324654014841490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made two crochet hook rolls today.  I am not a very good seamstress; I only recently figured out that I needed to put the thread through the thread guide on the top of that whole foot/needle contraption.  It was a lot easier today than the last time I did this, for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I resolved the aforementioned thread guide issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used sew-in interfacing instead of remnant fleece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The first roll I made, which you see here, is for Rick's great aunt, who is usually known as "Tia Mary".  She crochets stuff for church bazaars, and other people all the time, and never asks for anything in return, so I thought she might like one of these - I made one for myself a long time ago.   I did ok, until I was ready to sew the sides together and realized I'd put the pocket on inside out, so I had to pull out the good old seam ripper... (groan.)                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJnwuXVQqI/AAAAAAAAADc/j1rE1i7-a1o/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJnwuXVQqI/AAAAAAAAADc/j1rE1i7-a1o/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193327407088878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only huge mistake I made.  For some reason the fabric still kind of bunches up on me a little, and I'm thinking right now that my presser foot is set a little too low.  Anyhoo, after correcting the pocket, sewing the sides, turning it inside out, and ironing it , it turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJpYOXVQrI/AAAAAAAAADk/s_pHBXcRvPw/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJpYOXVQrI/AAAAAAAAADk/s_pHBXcRvPw/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193329185205338802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked using the interfacing way more than the fleece (which made the roll too fat), so I took some of my hoarded vintage fat quarters, and made a new one for me too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJqWeXVQsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ENf0vFSwH4c/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJqWeXVQsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ENf0vFSwH4c/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193330254652195522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay!!  FYI, I am still totally unhappy with my camera, so hopefully by next week, I will have taken care of that.  Forget this 3.2 mega pixel crap.  What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better today - I fell asleep around midnight, and did not wake up until 11:45.  Rick called around 7, and I talked to him for a little bit, but I barely remember it, because I was still half asleep.  He asked me later if I wanted to go eat lunch with him at the office, so I did.  Since then, I've been working on these little needle rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight - I think I'm going to Starbucks with Big Rick, (not Rick Rick).  I know that Rick Rick is just as tired as I am, if not more, and I've had twelve hours of sleep....he hasn't.  So he needs time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJsH-XVQtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nimOZ3efzSI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJsH-XVQtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nimOZ3efzSI/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193332204567347922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my little roll!!  More later - I must find more crafty things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-9014476245710564313?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/9014476245710564313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=9014476245710564313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/9014476245710564313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/9014476245710564313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBJlQeXVQpI/AAAAAAAAADU/G73LNFaPDXc/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-101173597743153315</id><published>2008-04-24T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:22.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, And By The Way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFemeXVQoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4TaCvBerWts/s1600-h/golden_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFemeXVQoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4TaCvBerWts/s400/golden_girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193035860413858434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot watch these ladies and stay bummed out.  You simply cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-101173597743153315?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/101173597743153315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=101173597743153315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/101173597743153315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/101173597743153315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-and-by-way.html' title='Oh, And By The Way....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFemeXVQoI/AAAAAAAAADM/4TaCvBerWts/s72-c/golden_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-7022921902228577307</id><published>2008-04-24T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Gracious, Does This Come In Adult Sizes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFYe-XVQnI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZcfveMr6A8/s1600-h/crabbybibchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFYe-XVQnI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZcfveMr6A8/s400/crabbybibchild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193029134495072882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  For the past two days I've been complaining about being tired, and just tonight I was watching CSI and some woman had a little baby in her arms and I got tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the sam hill is THAT all about?&lt;br /&gt;What or where is Sam Hill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I will list my current ailments, for those of you who are interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My knees are killing me, which means it will probably rain sometime in the next 72 hours.  Rick always rolls his eyes when I say this, and for good reason, because the last two times I have predicted rain, I've been wrong.  They're really aching tonight though.  I'll let you know how it turns out.  Right now it's really just kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My right hamstring is sore from golf practice the other day.  I wore heels to work today which did not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My body is all crampy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been going to bed way too late and have been taking naps, which I rarely do.  This sucks because it is causing me to totally crash at work at about 3:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who the hell cries when they see a baby on CSI?  I am so emotionally sensitive right now that I am getting on my OWN nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rick is tired as well, and I wish he was feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop griping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, the ripple afghan is coming along nicely, and I don't work on Fridays anymore, so hopefully I'll be able to spend the day making the projects that I talked about on my previous post.  I'm new to sewing, so it should be interesting.  I'll have to modify the needle roll pattern just a little, because the flap is too short to accommodate my bigger hooks, like the L.  We'll see how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, lovelies, I shall do what it is everyone should do when they are feeling sappy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix myself a glass of pink lemonade, pop in the first season DVD of the Golden Girls, and crochet something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-7022921902228577307?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/7022921902228577307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=7022921902228577307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/7022921902228577307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/7022921902228577307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-gracious-does-this-come-in-adult.html' title='Good Gracious, Does This Come In Adult Sizes??'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBFYe-XVQnI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZcfveMr6A8/s72-c/crabbybibchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-21186104031604558</id><published>2008-04-23T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBAG-uXVQmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eAJGe8i79Go/s1600-h/missrapsupreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBAG-uXVQmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eAJGe8i79Go/s400/missrapsupreme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192658045025731170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for reality television.  I don't like American Idol or Survivor...and I have an especially&lt;br /&gt;large amount of disdain for the VH1 shows, like I Love New York, or Rock of Love, or Flavor of Love, or ...well....any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I love Miss Rap Supreme?  I don't know.  Maybe I can appreciate it a little bit more because it's not a bunch of skanks in a house competing for a man.  I suppose I'm being a bit of a hypocrite, because I like Top Chef - maybe I like occupationally geared reality shows.  Yes, that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a skoach off today - my sleep cycle has been off, and I'm getting tired during the day.  I took a two hour nap today, and I probably need to go to bed by midnight tonight.  Tomorrow is my last day of work for the week, thank goodness, and I have the topic for group already planned out, so hopefully it will be low-stress.  It was hot and windy today too, which always tends to affect my allergies and general well-being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on several crafty projects that I will share with you soon - I'm still in the market for a new camera, so hopefully I will have one by Monday or Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out my closet today.  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-21186104031604558?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/21186104031604558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=21186104031604558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/21186104031604558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/21186104031604558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession_23.html' title='Confession.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SBAG-uXVQmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eAJGe8i79Go/s72-c/missrapsupreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-219314639867632176</id><published>2008-04-23T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Hostility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA9pG-XVQjI/AAAAAAAAACg/9Ww-DTCyFtU/s1600-h/2425638552_4077ffb128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192484463922463282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA9pG-XVQjI/AAAAAAAAACg/9Ww-DTCyFtU/s400/2425638552_4077ffb128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older gentleman in the office that shares a wall with mine has had some sort of cough since yesterday. Here are the cough characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is coughing with his mouth open, and sort of hacking at the same time, so it sounds like, "Caauuuaggghaaagh!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For whatever reason, he is choosing NOT to expectorate, so that means he continues to cough, and, pardon my grossness here, with the same phlegm, no less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is loud and permeates down the hall AND around the corner. It is a tile floor, so there is also an echo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore, I have borrowed an image from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23380610@N06/2425638552/"&gt;this person on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, to illustrate exactly what I would like to do for my co-worker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crappy things about today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I left my jump drive somewhere in my apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The aforementioned coughing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to drive to Andrews to do group tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super things about today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started a ripple afghan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like my boss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job is easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-219314639867632176?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/219314639867632176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=219314639867632176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/219314639867632176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/219314639867632176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/office-hostility.html' title='Office Hostility'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA9pG-XVQjI/AAAAAAAAACg/9Ww-DTCyFtU/s72-c/2425638552_4077ffb128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3281960723959983645</id><published>2008-04-22T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA6hzeXVQhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mmbWHpCMsFQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA6hzeXVQhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mmbWHpCMsFQ/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265326101086738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some awesome embroidery patterns online today, so I pulled out my stash of floss, and this is what I found.  Super.  I used to like those little cards you see on the right there, but a few months ago, I bought a buttload of DMC long spools, which are so much easier to use.  You just take the paper off, find the middle, and ease them on to the brackets.  After work today, I sat around and turned this into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA6ly-XVQiI/AAAAAAAAACY/WT2r7Msrfe0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA6ly-XVQiI/AAAAAAAAACY/WT2r7Msrfe0/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192269715557663266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice, isn't it?  I'm all OCD, and I love it when things are organized by color.  Speaking of embroidery, I came across some really good blogs today, and here, without further ado, are my Favorite Blogs of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickrembroidery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feeling Stitchy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unafloresita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Florecita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatnottocrochet.wordpress.com/"&gt;What Not to Crochet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That What Not to Crochet blog is HILARIOUS.  I was literally crying at work.  The projects that she features are funny, but the beauty of the blog is the commentary.  It's absolutely priceless.  Anyone who can come up with the post title, "Another Case of Poncho-Derived Child Abuse" has my undying devotion.  Whoever that woman is, she is an absolute scream.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Screaming is a good segue to the evening I experienced at the driving range.  Let me set this up for you.  I am spatially impaired.  I have severe difficulty with depth perception, directions, hand eye coordination, etc.  Ergo, golf is about the hardest thing I could possibly endeavor to learn, besides maybe astrophysics.  As I've said before, Rick is excellent at everything, so of course, he is an excellent golfer.  We went to the range today, I thought we'd just hit some balls and leave, but he started to help me, which is what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.  So he's helping me, and I just generally give a crappy performance.  I have a few of good shots, and he's very supportive.  We head over to the chipping green, which is where a difficult obstacle becomes virtually impossible.  I can't grasp the concept of not bending my wrists.  What?  Grip below the shaft?  Bend my elbow?  Don't bend my wrists?  Hands in front of the ball?  What?   This is completely different than just hitting the ball like normal, and I grow frustrated quickly.  God bless Rick, he is there, pushing me to learn, helping me instead of going off and having fun practicing by himself, and to make a long, painful story short, I do not get the hang of it.  After I head back to my apartment, tears begin to pour without me realizing it.  I'm not angry or pouting that I'm not good at golf, for Pete's sake, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I suck at it.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect &lt;/span&gt;to suck.  I think I just got very overwhelmed at trying to learn too much at once.  I need to get the basics down, which means two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will learn to hit consistently with every club in my bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not go anywhere NEAR the chipping green for a very long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; And to add insult to injury, I got a blister on my left ring finger.  Gravy.  When I talked to Rick later, he thanked me for being patient with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um no, thank you for being patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.  Goodnight, lovelies.  Does anyone even read this blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3281960723959983645?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3281960723959983645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3281960723959983645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3281960723959983645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3281960723959983645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-mess.html' title='A Good Mess'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA6hzeXVQhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mmbWHpCMsFQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-4494544645176425206</id><published>2008-04-21T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shibby Says Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA1rZ-XVQgI/AAAAAAAAACI/EIIQdwCCo9Q/s1600-h/random+photos+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA1rZ-XVQgI/AAAAAAAAACI/EIIQdwCCo9Q/s400/random+photos+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191924039409811970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very bad picture of my hamster, Shibby.  See why I need a new camera?  What is that purple haze thing on there?  That is totally annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted right now.  I got a lot done at work, and had a good meeting with my boss.  I came home and then Rick and I went to fly the Yak over at the stadium.  Hung out with his friend Mark for a little bit, and then we ate and I came home.  I'm totally sleepy even though I took a little nap after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to crochet a lot lately - the last thing I made was that little gnome doll and a pink swatch I practiced the shell stitch on.  I think tomorrow I'm going to sew two new needle rolls, and crochet two pillows that I want to give as gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok ok.  Totally boring entry.  I'm sorry.  I need sleep.  Night night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-4494544645176425206?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/4494544645176425206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=4494544645176425206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4494544645176425206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4494544645176425206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/shibby-says-hello.html' title='Shibby Says Hello'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SA1rZ-XVQgI/AAAAAAAAACI/EIIQdwCCo9Q/s72-c/random+photos+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8787188796037020929</id><published>2008-04-20T21:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:23.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAwQq4YQFjI/AAAAAAAAACA/jz7tgR3KGmY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAwQq4YQFjI/AAAAAAAAACA/jz7tgR3KGmY/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191542799325992498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Sony Reader.  I got it for myself as a Christmas present - my parents donated $100, which I am eternally grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little contraption holds 60 books, without any media, and will hold about a million more with an sd card.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm reading this really great book by Anne Rice, which is about Jesus, but it's told from his point of view....in other words, Jesus is the one narrating the story.  It's quite fascinating, and it's really given me a fresh outlook on my relationship with Christ.  In all the worship, we forget his humanity.  If anything, his human existence is what makes him so accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, but enjoyable day.  I got up late, cleaned up a little bit, went over to Rick's, and we went to get some gas and oil for the planes, and ate tacos.  Then I came back home and continued to clean up my artsy space, and Rick called again, saying that he was ready to start up the new Bryson motor we bought a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about LOUD.  I'm not really a person who understands a whole lot about engines, and what not, but even I was impressed.  I can't wait to see it fly.  Not too long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11, and I'd like to get some crocheting in before bed.  Hasta manana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8787188796037020929?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8787188796037020929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8787188796037020929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8787188796037020929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8787188796037020929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-like.html' title='You Like?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAwQq4YQFjI/AAAAAAAAACA/jz7tgR3KGmY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-4947388922091176616</id><published>2008-04-20T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:40:47.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maddstickers/177320949/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/177320949_6acf12ebc9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 368px; height: 382px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maddstickers/177320949/"&gt;Honkies (Robot Assemblage) #4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maddstickers/"&gt;...:::Sticker Traders:::...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a happy mood today.  I shall share a happy greeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on some more artsy things this morning, will head over to Rick's in awhile. It's a pretty day out, might decide to go to the range, now that I know how to grip the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-4947388922091176616?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/4947388922091176616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=4947388922091176616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4947388922091176616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4947388922091176616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-sunday.html' title='HAPPY SUNDAY'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/177320949_6acf12ebc9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3917912818005114224</id><published>2008-04-20T01:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Assemblage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SArtd4YQFhI/AAAAAAAAABw/oRiGx_iEpHk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SArtd4YQFhI/AAAAAAAAABw/oRiGx_iEpHk/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191222618104010258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been dying to do an assemblage for ages.  I've had vague project ideas in the past, but no one concept ever struck me enough for anything to materialize besides a sketch.  Today, driving back from Lubbock, Rick said something to me about all the propellers that I have at the house, and that I can, and should, do something artsy with them.  And six hours later, this is what I gave birth to.  The structures on top are actually the "skeleton" of a rudder and an elevator off of one of Rick's old crashed planes.  Some of the parts, like those long wire things and the servo, are off of the same plane.  Some of the stuff is vintage, like that "wing" card, the propeller on top, and all the papers that line the back of the box.  I'm not entirely sure if it's done - I want Rick to take a look at it.  We went to fly around 7:00, and I told him I was going to work on this tonight, and he said he was actually excited to see what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's interested in my art.  Somebody pinch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back kind of hurts right now because I've been standing up for four hours straight, working on this.  My hands and arms are smeared with paint and glue, and I need to wash my hair.   Before I commence said task, however, I will list some random events from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did something TOTALLY Dukes of Hazard in the car today, which was scary and fun all at the same time.  It was Rick's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents, both siblings, and my nephew came to visit me this evening, which was cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hamster....I am completely in love with my hamster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked on my golf swing a little and realized I was gripping the club wrong. NICE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate at Weinerschnitzel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have GOT to get in the shower and in bed.  Here is a little detail shot from my assemblage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SArweIYQFiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6SNHo8waCMQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SArweIYQFiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6SNHo8waCMQ/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191225920933860898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 54 stands for Rick's 50cc gas plane, which is a Yak54. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3917912818005114224?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3917912818005114224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3917912818005114224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3917912818005114224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3917912818005114224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/assemblage.html' title='Assemblage.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SArtd4YQFhI/AAAAAAAAABw/oRiGx_iEpHk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8143667353516550673</id><published>2008-04-18T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Toolbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAk7CHo2lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/CW4s6FAFq9Y/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAk7CHo2lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/CW4s6FAFq9Y/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190744953117382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small glimpse into a little clear plastic toolbox I found that I proceeded to stuff with little scraps of paper and fabric and some old Strawberry Shortcake stickers, and other junk.  Seeing all those little bright colored things in there all jumbled together makes me happy.  I remember trying to amass little boxes of scraps as a child, but my mother always made me throw them away after awhile.  It's colorful and pretty, and now that I'm old, no one can make me throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lazy day - I don't work on Fridays anymore, but I woke up at 5:45, stressing about bills, so I got up and paid some, and then I went back to sleep until 11, got up and went to visit my cousin Joann and her baby Isabella, and found out that they are expecting ANOTHER baby, which is awesome.  I came back home and straightened up a little bit, and talked to Rick for just a little while, and I am currently sitting on the couch, contemplating whether or not I should buy a $30 shelf and put it in the corner of the dining room, because I am really beginning to NOT like scrapbooking in my bedroom.  It's too messy and it's getting all on my nerves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go throw my sheets in the washer and clean up my "creating space" AGAIN, since it seems to mess itself up every half hour or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8143667353516550673?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8143667353516550673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8143667353516550673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8143667353516550673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8143667353516550673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-toolbox.html' title='Happy Toolbox'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAk7CHo2lsI/AAAAAAAAABo/CW4s6FAFq9Y/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-8151967757785025518</id><published>2008-04-17T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't nothing he's bad at.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAgTC3o2lrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1q7p8oTICWg/s1600-h/random+photos+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAgTC3o2lrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1q7p8oTICWg/s320/random+photos+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190419510560462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned very briefly yesterday that Rick is excellent at everything - and he is.  He is the most deliberate person I know.  He makes me think of that saying, "How you do one thing is how you do everything."  In this photo, he's flying one of his planes.  He's not going full throttle, he's not doing anything foolish or impetuous.  He's doing something beautiful - with intent...or "con carino", as he likes to say.  He is conscientious enough about the impact he has on others to not just say things off the cuff, or without a solid foundation.  He believes in respect, honesty, and fairness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he has a mean golf swing, makes good eggs, and has an amazing smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT I totally had a nightmare that freaked me out.  I don't remember a lot about it; only that I was in a house and there was something really scary and evil in it.  I didn't see any shadows or monsters or ghosts or anything, I just had a feeling that something scary was in there with me.  When I woke up at 1:50 a.m., I was still scared.  I fell asleep and woke up exactly one hour later.  I got scared again, and was kind of too creeped out to go back to bed, but I was exhausted and managed to fall back asleep and stay that way until the alarm rang this morning.  I rarely have nightmares anymore, so it was weird.  I was all, "Oh snap, I'm scared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No foot injuries today, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group was exhausting, and I'm very glad that I don't have to work on Fridays.  After work, I met Big Rick at Murray's, and then Rick Rick (see above) came and joined us.  We spent a little bit more time together talking after dinner and then I went home and cleared up some internet issues with my dork provider.  I got a phone call from my cousin Joann, who had a baby in October, and so I've made plans to see her and Isabella tomorrow for lunch.  I'm excited to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to take a shower and go to bed now.  It's lame that I'm so tired, but I'm coming to a certain level of acceptance regarding the fact that I am just old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-8151967757785025518?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/8151967757785025518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=8151967757785025518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8151967757785025518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/8151967757785025518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-nothing-hes-bad-at.html' title='Ain&apos;t nothing he&apos;s bad at.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAgTC3o2lrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1q7p8oTICWg/s72-c/random+photos+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1594262040089230336</id><published>2008-04-17T06:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:49:16.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Group.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sophieadd/1535593242/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/1535593242_facfd650fe_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sophieadd/1535593242/"&gt;Group Therapy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sophieadd/"&gt;sophie.addison&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursdays are tiring, but productive.  I will run three groups today - I think they'll go pretty smoothly.....I get nervous sometimes, and then it's never as bad as I think it's going to be.  In fact, it goes really well most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today is a good day - I'm a little off kilter this morning because last night I had a really scary nightmare, and I don't really have nightmares anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there had been someone to talk to, but it was 1:50a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, has anyone noticed that I had two foot injuries in two days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1594262040089230336?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1594262040089230336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1594262040089230336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1594262040089230336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1594262040089230336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/group.html' title='Group.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/1535593242_facfd650fe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1393582541647396088</id><published>2008-04-16T22:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAbPg3o2lpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-2_UyEwwGE0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAbPg3o2lpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-2_UyEwwGE0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190063784189138578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Rick and I fly planes.  Well, Rick flies the plane and I stand around and watch him.  I also help fuel, set up, tear down, and I make supportive comments, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOH!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nice!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a wall in my apartment is where we retire old propellers that we have broken, chipped, or that we can't use anymore.  I like that we can share this hobby together.  Those of you who know me know that I am spatially challenged, and I can't even make a remote control car go where I want it to, let alone a $1500 radio-controlled airplane.  I'm happy to just stand back and live vicariously through Rick, who i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;excellent at everything, and knows what he's doing.  I'm thankful that he's patient enough to keep me around.  Today we sorted out some little airplane parts, watched Napoleon Dynamite, and ate Taco Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and did group in Andrews, and was slightly unprepared, but I managed to pull it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I've been home, here is what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I was sitting at my desk, and I dropped my Cutterbee precision scissors right onto my middle right toe, slicing it open immediately.  I had no idea that one toe could spew out so much blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I replaced the batteries in my digital camera and the display finally started working again, but now it has funny lines on it, and really, I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The space where I do my crafty/arty/scrapbooky things, which I cleaned YESTERDAY, is messy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a very nice phone chat with my friend Amber, from Baltimore.  HI AMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost midnight and I have group tomorrow morning.  See you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1393582541647396088?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1393582541647396088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1393582541647396088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1393582541647396088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1393582541647396088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/prop-wall.html' title='Prop Wall'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAbPg3o2lpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-2_UyEwwGE0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-5224639736245082620</id><published>2008-04-16T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:29:49.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bane of my existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/se_kwien/2205470151/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/2205470151_2e0f37d37d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/se_kwien/2205470151/"&gt;Golf - Iron 5&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/se_kwien/"&gt;se_kwien&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First of all, Rick laughed at me today because he says I have "The Bug".  Ok, so I took a late lunch so I could go to the range before all the teenage golfers got out of school....is that so WRONG?  Do that be a CRIME in this country no mo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my best club today was by far the 7, which is lame, because everyone does good with a 7.  I've been told that if I can hit with the 5, I can hit with any club in my bag.  That remains to be seen, because I only got a couple or three good hits off my 5 today.  I didn't do as well as I wanted in general.  Of course I'd like to be more consistent, which just means that I need to get out there and practice more.  I've come a long way, seeing as how I rarely made contact with the ball, and now, I only miss every once in awhile.  I feel like such a jackass when I do that.  WHIFF!  How do you recover from that?  You can't even pretend that you were just "practicing".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORE!!   I'll write later.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-5224639736245082620?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/5224639736245082620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=5224639736245082620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5224639736245082620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/5224639736245082620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/bane-of-my-existence.html' title='The bane of my existence.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/2205470151_2e0f37d37d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-485139690737987859</id><published>2008-04-15T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:57:39.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this photo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cristinadavid/2287463997/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2287463997_829ce74789_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cristinadavid/2287463997/"&gt;*°Coup de foudre°*&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cristinadavid/"&gt;Cristina&amp;amp;David&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and I don't know why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the steel pin embedded two-thirds of an inch into the bottom of my foot, today was rather pleasant.  I finished my progress reports at work and even started working on the program manual again, which I have been putting off for weeks.  After I get that done, I should be able to RE-start scoring MMPI-2's, which I have put off for even longer than the manual.  I sat in line for thirty minutes at Jack in the Box, to get Rick and his friend Roger those new burgers with the onion rings and bacon and pork loins or whatever the hell they have in them.  Finished out work, headed to Target and bought the following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - a new golf bag&lt;br /&gt; - toilet paper&lt;br /&gt; - a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt; - toothpaste&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I talked with Rick after work for awhile, and then I CLEANED THE APARTMENT and DID LAUNDRY and SCRUBBED THE BATHTUB and THREW THE TRASH and other sundry domestic tasks.  Every dish in my house is clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling rather creative, and I would like to go to bed by midnight, so I'm going to go take advantage and use up the mojo I've got at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-485139690737987859?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/485139690737987859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=485139690737987859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/485139690737987859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/485139690737987859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-this-photo.html' title='I love this photo...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2287463997_829ce74789_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-4067092708764772138</id><published>2008-04-15T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAU-Ano2loI/AAAAAAAAABI/S6jN18D9LwY/s1600-h/134230410_31ff3594f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAU-Ano2loI/AAAAAAAAABI/S6jN18D9LwY/s320/134230410_31ff3594f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189622325975619202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm making a very brief entry to let everyone know that I was carrying a pile of random craft items to my bedroom, and I dropped a few of them.  Being that I was on the phone with Rick, I did not bend down to pick them up, and I continued to walk, thinking, "I will pick them up in a second."  Before said thought was completed, however, I stepped right onto a huge corsage pin with my bare foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.  I am better now, but I am afraid to walk into my room without shoes, and all my shoes are IN my room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate, why do you mock me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update a little later.  I need to clean the bathroom.  I'm on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo courtesy of Sharwest on Flickr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-4067092708764772138?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/4067092708764772138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=4067092708764772138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4067092708764772138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/4067092708764772138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='OUCH.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAU-Ano2loI/AAAAAAAAABI/S6jN18D9LwY/s72-c/134230410_31ff3594f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3165028596533237433</id><published>2008-04-14T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:24.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still a crocheting fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAPli3o2lmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Pu2l73by10o/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAPli3o2lmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Pu2l73by10o/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189243582874556002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I do:  I troll Etsy.com for patterns, I buy the .pdf file, and I make little dolls that sit on this shelf.  I am probably the only person who loves these dolls, but I don't care.  They make me ridiculously happy everytime I look at them.  Beady eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more boring note, I was extremely productive at work, having completed two sets of client notes, and half of my progress reports, as well as having a meeting with my boss, and telling the resident office pervert how lame he is.  After work, I headed over to the "DRRVNG RRNGE" to practice.  Rick is an excellent teacher and I am actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about golf.  I did ok, better than the last time I was out there, but I also realized that I cannot, for the life of me, hit a ball with that stupid 5 iron.  So next time, that's all I'm practicing with.  I do enjoy hitting with that little sand wedge.  Even the name is cute.  SAND WEDGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I am going over to Rick's now, and I will sit on his couch and practice the shell stitch while he works on the motor for the Extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY PRODUCTIVITY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3165028596533237433?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3165028596533237433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3165028596533237433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3165028596533237433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3165028596533237433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-still-crocheting-fool.html' title='I am still a crocheting fool.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAPli3o2lmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Pu2l73by10o/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-1975326860961150353</id><published>2008-04-13T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:25.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY, I DID IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJvLXo2llI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yov5V798Ngg/s1600-h/p1000004_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJvLXo2llI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yov5V798Ngg/s320/p1000004_2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188831961798841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my dumb little banner up there?  It's ridiculous, but I'm having to learn PSP8 all over again.  What in the world is a raster layer?  I will just continue to depend on the kindness of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to get busy.  I just got a wild hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:  Courtesy of Flickr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-1975326860961150353?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/1975326860961150353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=1975326860961150353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1975326860961150353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/1975326860961150353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-i-did-it.html' title='HEY, I DID IT.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJvLXo2llI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yov5V798Ngg/s72-c/p1000004_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584157.post-3470971415539071738</id><published>2008-04-13T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:46:25.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a crappy blogger.  But here's why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJgD3o2liI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AHV8Xcov9q0/s1600-h/Corpus+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJgD3o2liI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AHV8Xcov9q0/s320/Corpus+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188815340275406370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have been doing things like working and crocheting and gluing things and sitting on the beach - ok, the one time I have been to the beach, I sat on it.  There are a lot of updates since my last blog entry, which was an entirely different blog service and and entirely different Point In Life, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I have to do before I get into full swing with this blog.  I've updated my computer, which I'm quite happy with, but I also need to either fix or replace my digital camera, which is beginning to exasperate me to no end.  I also need to make a new email listing to get his new location out to those of you who were actually following my blog (thank you!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.  I am busy. I am focused.  I am relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;...a good start to anything, if you ask me.  I'll update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584157-3470971415539071738?l=ktothegtothew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/feeds/3470971415539071738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584157&amp;postID=3470971415539071738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3470971415539071738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584157/posts/default/3470971415539071738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktothegtothew.blogspot.com/2008/04/test-post.html' title='I am a crappy blogger.  But here&apos;s why.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266534645061437663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/Sr2RI6WY4SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jyoJ_TksxLk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eG4NHwa0Sto/SAJgD3o2liI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AHV8Xcov9q0/s72-c/Corpus+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
