<?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-34402478</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:50:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts with Kimmy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-1243792630657273210</id><published>2007-06-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T05:19:41.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Brilliant Meme from Shawnee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I was married to my first husband, living in uber-suburbia living the life I didn't want to be living in.  NO....wasn't contemplating suicide, just wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing one year ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked in a job I loved, married to the most wonderful man in the world, planning a trip to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks you enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you Shawnee..only 5?  Sheesh!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Baked Cheetoes mouthgasm&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese - any form - mouthgasm&lt;br /&gt;3. Pickles - mouthgasm&lt;br /&gt;4. Spinach dip with tons of water chestnuts - ubermouthgasm&lt;br /&gt;5. Chips and salsa - it's the official state snack of Texas - oh..and mouthgasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs you know all the lyrics to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am with Shawnee, I can't remember what I ate for breakfast (did I eat??) but I hear a snipit of a tune, and BAM...the brain juices justa flow!  Now here's the hard part..trying to remember the songs for this list...anyone got a radio? Ipod? &lt;br /&gt;1. Any Duran Duran tune&lt;br /&gt;2. You and Your Hand - Pink...no, I'm not proud, but it is catchy&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond .. don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;5. High Enough - Damn Yankees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off all debt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Give 10% to church&lt;br /&gt;3. Give money to family&lt;br /&gt;4. Give money to friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on a long cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five bad habits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Messing with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer :)  no, I'm not a raging alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossip&lt;br /&gt;4. Chew on lip&lt;br /&gt;5. Not sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you like doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;3. Lying out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;5. Driving home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you would never wear again.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shoulder pads&lt;br /&gt;2. Leg Warmers&lt;br /&gt;3. YoYo's&lt;br /&gt;4. A bow in my hair (yes I had one to match every outfit I owned)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tube tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Favorite Toys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a toy person, but I'll give it a shot...&lt;br /&gt;1.  My car&lt;br /&gt;2.  My phone&lt;br /&gt;3.  The remote control (I'm easily amused folks)&lt;br /&gt;4.  My really cool weather station that my husband gave me for Christmas last year.  It is the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;5.  My kitchenaid mixer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-1243792630657273210?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/1243792630657273210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=1243792630657273210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1243792630657273210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1243792630657273210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/06/utterly-brilliant-meme-from-shawnee.html' title='Utterly Brilliant Meme from Shawnee'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-8500841917850984125</id><published>2007-06-06T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:25:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Irritates Me</title><content type='html'>Ok..so there really is a whole list...but..I really get irritated at those twisty ties that holds the plastic together on a loaf of bread.  Can't stand them.  Now I consider myself to be *semi* intelligent, but for some reason, I end up hovering around the low end of the IQ scale when it comes to those.  WHY are they so hard to untwist? Is it just me? I mean this morning I swear, the *#*&amp;@&amp;amp;@ thing wouldn't come off.  I twisted one way..wasn't the right direction. So logically, I go for the other direction..that didn't seem to work either because the stupid thing got twisted up around itself.  I finally just got the scissors out and cut the dang thing.  That's right. I showed WHO is boss.  Victory is so sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-8500841917850984125?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/8500841917850984125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=8500841917850984125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8500841917850984125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8500841917850984125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-that-irritates-me.html' title='Something That Irritates Me'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-6826704330259520200</id><published>2007-05-11T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:35:47.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Teacher Lady????</title><content type='html'>Part of my daily routine is coming in and reading all the blogs of my friends and virtual friends.  So...although I am HORRIBLE about updating my blog daily...do as I say,  not as I do.  I need a Teacher Lady fix!  And Irby..where'd you go???? Thank God Shawnee came through for me yesterday and SJ..you rock on yours!!!  Don't y'all know I have a bad pancreas and can become extremely ill if I'm not blogified on a daily basis???  Where is your sense of humanity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs..Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-6826704330259520200?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/6826704330259520200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=6826704330259520200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6826704330259520200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6826704330259520200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-teacher-lady.html' title='Where is Teacher Lady????'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-1101690684587759486</id><published>2007-04-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T06:22:14.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts..ok Questions..from Irby</title><content type='html'>From my dear, sweet Irb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's one thing you were taught as a child that you later discovered to be totally false?&lt;br /&gt;That it IS ok to leave the house without lipstick. Although I rarely do. The fear of Mary Bo giving me the raised eye brow... Yes, my momma's name is Mary Bo. We are southern (not hick..BIG difference) people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You rub your lava lamp, and a genie comes out and offers you three wishes, along with the standard disclaimer that you can't wish for more wishes. What do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;A) World peace..ok maybe not...to be debt free! B) To be diabetes free C) My husband could open the restaurant he's always wanted to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would your name be if you were an adult film star?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah Slick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your absolute favorite food, the one you would subsist on for a year if you could, nutrition be damned?&lt;br /&gt;Tex Mex...cheese enchiladas..omg..mouth gasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Star Wars, Star Trek, Star Search, or Dancing with the Stars?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with the Stars of course!!!! I'm pulling for Leila Ali. She rocks. Although Ian Ziering (sp?) looks a lot better these days then he did in the 90210 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-1101690684587759486?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/1101690684587759486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=1101690684587759486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1101690684587759486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1101690684587759486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/04/deep-thoughtsok-questionsfrom-irby.html' title='Deep Thoughts..ok Questions..from Irby'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-8590284814020838791</id><published>2007-04-18T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:29:17.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Questions From Shawnee</title><content type='html'>Shawnee (&lt;a href="http://utterlybrilliantthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://utterlybrilliantthoughts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) posted five questions she received from another blogger and requested we request questions from her..so here are her questions to me and my answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name five "luxury items" that you could not live without.  (i.e., not necessities such as food, water, air, cocktails or George Clooney.  Although that last one may just be me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedicures, eyebrow waxing and shaping, massages, valet parking and Gucci bags.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you five favorite non-blog websites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southwest.com"&gt;www.southwest.com&lt;/a&gt; (shameless plug for my company of course!); &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com"&gt;www.weather.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.ttu.edu"&gt;www.ttu.edu&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.unlv.edu"&gt;www.unlv.edu&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.com"&gt;www.craigslist.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martinis, mimosas, margaritas, mojitos . . . so many cocktails, so little time!  What's your favorite drink right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh dear..ok well, here is where the *going to school in west Texas* comes out in me... Coors Light. That's right..beer.  I love beer.  AND...I don't drink it outta no sissy glass either...straight up baby, straight up!  (hic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the best thing about living in Texas?  Have you ever lived anywhere but there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, the weather is great here!  Changes on a dime and we have some seriously cool thunderstorms. Also, you can go to the mountains, desert, plains and beach..all in one state! Nope...only lived in Texas...ssssaaallluuuttteee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know you like to travel - what's your favorite place to visit?  Where would you like to go next?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're actually heading to New York City next month..I've never been!  I am SO excited.  I'm also jonesin' for a trip back to Italy.  Of course, anyplace with a beach always is top of the list too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok folks...if you wanna play...leave me a comment and/or email me (&lt;a href="mailto:kimscott333@aol.com"&gt;kimscott333@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;) and let me know and I'll give YOU 5 questions to answer on your blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-8590284814020838791?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/8590284814020838791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=8590284814020838791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8590284814020838791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8590284814020838791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/04/five-questions-from-shawnee.html' title='Five Questions From Shawnee'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-6334655354314299147</id><published>2007-04-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:58:04.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>Are any of us really, really happy with our jobs?  Ok..those of you who are..sit down and be quiet! :)  I love my company. I really do. It is the job that just doesn't do it for me.  I did not go to school to be an IT person. In fact, my bachelor and master's degrees are in hotel and restaurant management.  But here I am, a computer geek.  Unfortunately, I don't see myself getting out of this industry because of the pay. That's right...the *golden handcuffs*.  That is the phenomena when say a person makes $$$$K a year in their job, but the job they really want only pays $$K a year.  You see what I mean?  Sucks...  I don't hate what I do, it just ain't the real Kimmy.  Oh well..one day I'll grow up to be that meteorological aircraft accident investigating instructing retirement community home manager that I really wanna be, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-6334655354314299147?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/6334655354314299147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=6334655354314299147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6334655354314299147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6334655354314299147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-i-wanna-be-when-i-grow-up.html' title='What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-5791696150380783390</id><published>2007-04-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:13:49.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Tagged by Teacher Lady</title><content type='html'>I love Teacher Lady's blog (&lt;a href="http://sexedhighered.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sexedhighered.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;).  I swear she's my lost twin who is battling teaching college students while working on her Ph.D. and questioning both.  Teacher Lady's last blog offered a tag for her readers to do the following - List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what they are. They must be songs you are presently enjoying. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;So..here goes..and I have to say..some of these I'm not necessarily *into* but the damn things are looping in my brain as of late and dammit..they won't go away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Fergalicious' - uh YES...stupid, stupid song, but stuck in head.&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Cut You Up' - Peter Murphy&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Too Shy' - Kajagoogoo&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Its Not Over' - Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Everywhere I Go' - No Clue who sings it..it is the tune on the Geico caveman commercials&lt;br /&gt;6. 'Before He Cheats' - Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;7. ' The Great Commandment' - Camouflage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..totally all over the board.  Scary huh?  Oh well..it is variety!&lt;br /&gt;Ok..so who to tag - Irb, Shawnee, Kathy, SJ...that's a start...get 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-5791696150380783390?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/5791696150380783390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=5791696150380783390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5791696150380783390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5791696150380783390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/04/semi-tagged-by-teacher-lady.html' title='Semi-Tagged by Teacher Lady'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-7532987669982509234</id><published>2007-03-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:13:01.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you proud of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband and his accomplishments!  I'm also proud of my education.&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the best thing you’ve ever won as a prize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suck at winning things. I did win $20 in the lottery once.&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name something you do that is a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In what year of your life did you change the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I turned 30. I grew up..quickly..&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is a place you consider to be very tranquil? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My balcony looking out on the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-7532987669982509234?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/7532987669982509234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=7532987669982509234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7532987669982509234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7532987669982509234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/03/fridays-feast.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-592777590345468799</id><published>2007-03-23T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:54:22.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brake Rider</title><content type='html'>They make me crazy.  The person who is constantly riding on thier brakes.  Some of these people amaze me. Exactly HOW do they drive while pushing the brake at the same time.  I don't mean tapping, I mean riding it, yet the car is still moving forward.  I got behind one of these jackasses this morning and I swear he/she made me put on my own brakes as if I were a brake rider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be pmsing..again.  Bring on the chocolate martinis...in buckets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-592777590345468799?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/592777590345468799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=592777590345468799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/592777590345468799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/592777590345468799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/03/brake-rider.html' title='Brake Rider'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-4753974351133962045</id><published>2007-03-22T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:57:35.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loop Brain Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>You know what that is..when you get a stupid song or saying stuck in your head and it keeps repeating over and over and over.  Well, I have been experiencing that A LOT lately. I think I am the queen of loop brain.  Today, it is Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' stuck in my head.  Not a bad song...until I hear it over and over in my head.  Now I'm sick of it.  A lot of the time I can ignore loop brain..tune it out if you will. However, when I'm trying to say my prayers at night and Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' is playing in my cranial background...something just doesn't seem right about that.  I hope God understands that I can't turn it off. The power button on my brain MP3 is broken.  Oh great, now it is 'Mr. Sandman'...shoot me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-4753974351133962045?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/4753974351133962045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=4753974351133962045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/4753974351133962045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/4753974351133962045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/03/loop-brain-phenomenon.html' title='The Loop Brain Phenomenon'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-5904976338075559682</id><published>2007-03-16T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:50:41.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Quest for Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Why do I have this deep need to complete my Ph.D.?  Why must I reach the goal of 'Doctor Kim'?  As I am sitting here perusing over a paper I just wrote, I am thinking to myself..I am going to have to write this times a 1000 when I get to my dissertation.  Why, why, why... I originally wanted to get my Ph.D. to teach at the collegiate level.  Well, I have achieved that goal already (the teaching part).  I dunno..I am sure this is all very boring to my friends reading this post.  Hell, it is about to put me to sleep. Let's discuss something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patrick's Day.  Also known as The Day to Get Smithering Drunk and Bar Hop to Your Heart's Content.  Uh huh, that's right people..that's how we do it here in Big D.  We first start off in the  morning with a parade down Greenville Avenue.  Once the parade starts, generally that is everyone's *go* signal to start pouring the Mimosas and Bloody Marys.  Once the parade is over, the city shuts down Greenville to motor traffic and allows folks to go from bar to bar, drinking, socializing outside with as many open containers as one can hold.  It is just like being back in college. Hey..which somewhat relates to the first paragraph in this blog!  Sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...it is Friday. My brain is fried and this is about all I can think about writing for today Dear Bloggers.  Oh.. I did get a new car on Wednesday.  Got a Volvo S60. I always thought of Volvos as soccer mom cars.  Not so much anymore.  This sucker is fast and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-5904976338075559682?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/5904976338075559682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=5904976338075559682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5904976338075559682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5904976338075559682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/03/eternal-quest-for-knowledge.html' title='The Eternal Quest for Knowledge'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-711787986651474627</id><published>2007-03-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:51:24.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Sarcomical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sarcomical.com/sarcomical/2007/03/oneword_sarcomi_1.html"&gt;One-Word Sarcomical Sunday # 6&lt;/a&gt;(Only Four Days Late!)&lt;br /&gt;Your Mood: here&lt;br /&gt;What You're Craving: vacation&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Day of the Week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;Your Mind: here&lt;br /&gt;Something that Cheers You Up: shopping&lt;br /&gt;Something that Depresses You: meetings&lt;br /&gt;Where Your Keys Rest at Night: kitchen&lt;br /&gt;A TV Gameshow You Secretly Get Into: WheelofFortune (hey..it is one word sarcomical)&lt;br /&gt;The Way You Like Your Eggs: omelette&lt;br /&gt;Your Hair: dark&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Ordered Online: TXTechAlumStuff&lt;br /&gt;The Messiest Room In Your Home Right Now: closet&lt;br /&gt;Your Least Favorite Month: February&lt;br /&gt;The Worst Fashion Fad You Participated In: bowhead&lt;br /&gt;How Many Times In the Night You Get Up To Pee (on average): 3 (diabetic thing)&lt;br /&gt;Your Journey: aimless&lt;br /&gt;A Sound that Makes You Happy: thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;Your First Date: (ever?) forgetable (with Scott) awesome&lt;br /&gt;Something You Wish You Did More Often: exercise&lt;br /&gt;Something You Admire: publicspeakers&lt;br /&gt;The First Place You Go When You Get Home: closet&lt;br /&gt;What You're Going to Do Now: work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-711787986651474627?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/711787986651474627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=711787986651474627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/711787986651474627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/711787986651474627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-word-sarcomical.html' title='One Word Sarcomical'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-7599718610298704108</id><published>2007-02-23T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:50:19.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Irb!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Irb (&lt;a href="http://irbslice.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://irbslice.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) (look...I can't make the hyperlinks work on this piece of crap!) to list 5 little known things about myself...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can drink a lot of beer, but one glass of wine sends me over the edge (I went to school in West Texas, ok??).&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 30 because I was scared.  This really wouldn't be weird, except I am a diabetic and I give 6 insulin injections per day.  Can shoot up, but fearful of holes in my ears. Yeah..I know...&lt;br /&gt;4. I am actually very shy.  Hard to tell on a blog, and actually, hard to tell in person..but I am.  Irby would probably argue against that.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't regret not having kids...ever...   Kids are ok, I just never had the desire to have 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-7599718610298704108?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/7599718610298704108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=7599718610298704108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7599718610298704108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7599718610298704108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged-by-irb.html' title='Tagged by Irb!'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-3478093865846818652</id><published>2007-02-22T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:49:05.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Sucks</title><content type='html'>What is it about that time right before grandma comes to visit, that we women lose all control of logic and reasoning?  Why do we go through this?  And why must my ankles decide to swell up like stuffed sausages by the end of the day (bloating..fun for all)?  I hate it. Actually, right now, I hate just about everything. And of course, I come in and have a (#*@&amp;*@&amp;amp;*#(* meeting scheduled until 5:30 (I usually leave at 4 to avoid massive Dallas traffic).  Why do we have to go through this time where sure, we know we're being unreasonable, irritable, crabby bitches, yet we proceed to be this way regardless?  It just sucks and makes for a VERY long day.  You men have NO idea how lucky you are.  Right now I just wanna bitchslap someone for no reason. Sure..I know it isn't right, but hell..I wanna do it anyway.  I think I'll go run over my uterus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;KimmyBitcholaFesteringQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-3478093865846818652?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/3478093865846818652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=3478093865846818652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/3478093865846818652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/3478093865846818652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/pms-sucks.html' title='PMS Sucks'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-853225783926834309</id><published>2007-02-19T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:41:32.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When Music Was Good!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's at times like this, the great Heaven knows, that we wish we had, not so many clothes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the words of the great Adam Ant. I miss 80s music. It was so much better back then. I have found a stash of great tunes on one of our servers here at work and have been cranking them out in my headphones all day. TONS of 80s music..and the good stuff, not crap like Herbie Hancock (I apologize to those fans of Herbie). Ultravox, REM, The Fixx, Duran Duran...ahhh the good ole days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-853225783926834309?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/853225783926834309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=853225783926834309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/853225783926834309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/853225783926834309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-when-music-was-good.html' title='Back When Music Was Good!!'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-996511052516857239</id><published>2007-02-16T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:47:55.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast #131</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feast One Hundred &amp; Thirty One&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None..I hate the phone. I know, so not your typical female.  Trust me, if you were EVER a receptionist in a retirement home, you'd hate the phone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partly Cloudy, High Humidity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a school subject?  Hmm...I guess Hospitality since that was my major and it is what I teach.  In general, I feel I am pretty knowledgeable about airplanes and flying oh and weather. I'm a closet meteorologist..LOVE the Weather Channel. It is MTV for old people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh dear..since I don't like to read, and the extent of my reading is either textbooks for school or People Magazine..well....I'm going with People Magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my dear friend Staci calls me Kimmy Rimmy Roco Ruff (yes, usually after much alcohol consumption), I'm thinking something chocolatey with crunchy things in it.  Call it Kimmy's Roco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-996511052516857239?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/996511052516857239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=996511052516857239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/996511052516857239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/996511052516857239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/fridays-feast-131.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast #131'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-8002656104024848900</id><published>2007-02-15T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:58:06.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>* When I eat at a cafeteria (Luby's), I eat my salad last.&lt;br /&gt;* Every toilet lid in my house must be down. If I see a toilet lid up (this is often since the love of my life and my husband, Scott, doesn't quite get this), I must close it immediately.  I think my  mother instilled this weirdism in me.&lt;br /&gt;* I have the ability (skill?) to spend down to the very last penny when I have cash.&lt;br /&gt;* I love doing math...especially without a calculator.  This could be because my mother was a math teacher and my daddy a nuclear physicist.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm an education snob.  Is that weird or bitchy..or both????&lt;br /&gt;* I love driving a stick shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-8002656104024848900?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/8002656104024848900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=8002656104024848900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8002656104024848900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/8002656104024848900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/six-weird-things-about-me.html' title='Six Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-9075521279478695282</id><published>2007-02-09T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:12:46.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast #130</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feast One Hundred &amp; Thirty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer - Have you been sick yet this winter? If so, what did you come down with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does the *spot* on my pancreas count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup - What colors dominate your closet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black..and no, I'm not goth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salad - How would you describe your personal "comfort zone"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in my jammy bottoms in my favorite chair watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main Course - On which reality show would you really like to be a contestant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess Wheel of Fortune doesn't count huh?  If I were young and single, Real World would be pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessert - Which holiday would you consider to be your favorite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to be New Year's..now..I guess Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-9075521279478695282?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/9075521279478695282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=9075521279478695282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/9075521279478695282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/9075521279478695282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/fridays-feast-130.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast #130'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-7303346958002542623</id><published>2007-02-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:12:46.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Today Do WHAT?</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to sound like my grandparents, but I am truly amazed at the, well, stupidity of kids today.  I hear the word on the street is the latest rages are *pharm* and *rainbow* parties.  Have y'all heard of these?  Lemme give you the 411 in case you haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharm Party - Kids raid their parent's medicine cabinets and take whatever they can find to these parties.  All of the pills are combined in one nice big bowl..like a punch bowl..how quaint..and then the partygoers take a handfull and swallow them down!  Yep..not knowing what the (@*#* they are taking. Brilliant!  What idiots.  I mean seriously, what on EARTH possesses them to want to do that?? Whatever happened to just raiding your parent's wine or liquor stash??  Are booze not enough anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Party - The female partygoers don (or is it dawn?) various shades of lipstick.  They then proceed to go to each guy in the room and, well, put their lipstick on the guy's dipstick.  By the end of the night, the guys all have a lovely rainbow of lipstick on their members.  Beautiful!!!!!!   It is nice to know today's young ladies (cough) have enough pride and self-respect to participate in these events.  Makes me proud...not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-7303346958002542623?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/7303346958002542623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=7303346958002542623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7303346958002542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7303346958002542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-today-do-what.html' title='Kids Today Do WHAT?'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-6129472025818882664</id><published>2007-02-06T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:40:42.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Hate</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate? (I'm stealing from Vicki) Late afternoon meetings.  Hate them.  I come in early so I can leave early and avoid as much traffic as possible.  My drive home is an hour without traffic..so...if I leave after 4pm, I'm screwed and devoted to at least 1 1/2 hours in the car...at least.  So I get in today and boom..meeting from 3:30 to 5:00.  Now..by that time, the old diabetes is taking effect on my body anyway and my attention span is, well, very short.  Uh...can I just tell you HOW much I am dreading this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they said in the greatest movie ever, Airplane, 'I picked the wrong week to stop drinking'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-6129472025818882664?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/6129472025818882664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=6129472025818882664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6129472025818882664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/6129472025818882664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-hate.html' title='What I Hate'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-2019298818458413946</id><published>2007-02-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:28:18.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday Feast #129&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was one of the fashion fads when you were a teenager?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grew up in the 80s..and I was a preppy bowhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name one thing you think people assume about you when they first meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm uptight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how hard do you work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you were given a free 30-second commercial during the Super Bowl to sell anything you currently own, what would you advertise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does diabetes count?   No?  My Nissan 350z. I love it, but I am getting to where I can't drive a stick shift anymore with my leg pain..so sadly..I need to trade it in. Anyone wanna buy a Z? It is in great condition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fill in the blank: I love to _stay at home_ when it is _snowing in big D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-2019298818458413946?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/2019298818458413946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=2019298818458413946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/2019298818458413946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/2019298818458413946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-feast-129-appetizer-what-was-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-7954640819208910259</id><published>2007-02-02T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:23:10.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice and Snow in Dallas</title><content type='html'>Yep..again..snow...in Dallas.  We have had quite a bit of it as of late.  Believe me..this isn't a good thing because we Texans can't drive in the stuff!  I have to cross over a 2 mile bridge to get to work..I live on a lake.  I personally do not want to go sailing in my car nor sinking in my car, therefore I travel slowly and carefully across the bridge.  Joe Bob pickup driver, however, finds this annoying.  So several times this morning, as I'm grandma driving at about 40mph (speed limit is 50 on the bridge), Joe Bob rides up on my ass, sits there for a while, then decides to pass and haul ass around me.  What is up with that??  Why does JB feel the need to speed when there is ice on the road? Is it a stupid thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-7954640819208910259?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/7954640819208910259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=7954640819208910259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7954640819208910259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7954640819208910259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-and-snow-in-dallas.html' title='Ice and Snow in Dallas'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-2213345314760727676</id><published>2007-01-29T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:00:03.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme From Shawnee</title><content type='html'>From my friend Shawnee utterlybrilliantthoughts.blogspot.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Available or married? Married. To Scott, the Best Husband in the World.&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend? Scott, Jane&lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or Pie? I am a diabetic, therefore I prefer neither...ok cake...&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink of Choice? Alcoholic - beeerrrrr, Non- Iced Tea (I'm a good southern girl)&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Item? Lipstick/gloss, insulin, football&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color?Navy.&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummi Bears or Worms? ewww&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown? Rockwall, Texas (Dallas 'burb)&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence? Travel, Gucci - especially vintage, pedicures, cute flip flops&lt;br /&gt;J - January or February? Neither. I do not enjoy winter. (Understatement!) ..ditto Shawnee!&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids &amp; names? Stepkids - Chelsea, Katie, Jake Dogs - Kringle, Grits, Andy, Macky.  I refuse to breed.&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without? Family, friends and God&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage Date? May 10&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings? None...yeah I know, explains a lot&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or apples? Hmm.. I guess apples.  Not much of a fruit person&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias/Fears? Spiders and snakes, which are a plenty since I live on a lake.  (shiver)&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote? From the great Bobby Knight, "Everybody hears, but few listen".&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to Smile? Spot-be-gone!&lt;br /&gt;S - Season? Spring.&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag three people! &lt;a href="http://ialwayswantedanickname.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janeeeeee,&lt;/a&gt; Irby, SJ&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: I used to be painfully shy.&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate? Lima beans, yuck! -  with you on that one too Shawnee!&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit? Worrying...same...&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your favorite food? I've heard about Primanti's...sounds awesome!  Hmmm Southwest flies to Pittsburgh..hmmm errr umm to answer the question - TEX MEX!!&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac? Capricorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-2213345314760727676?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/2213345314760727676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=2213345314760727676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/2213345314760727676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/2213345314760727676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/meme-from-shawnee.html' title='A Meme From Shawnee'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-274640486031154777</id><published>2007-01-29T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:10:19.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out, Out Damn Spot!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Wednesday afternoon, I get a call from my endocrinologist saying the gastroenterologist wanted me to come in RIGHT NOW to do a biopsy on spot. So..of course.. I freak out.  Why so sudden?  There was  no way I could go in for this procedure (called an ERCP) right then. I needed to shower, shave my legs, you know..prepare to be naked in front of a bunch of strangers.  So..I go in on Thursday for the ERCP.  An ERCP basically involves them  knocking you out and putting a scope through your stomach, intestines, gallbladder and over to your pancreas.  One is not allowed to eat or drink anything 8 hours prior to the procedure.  I'm sure the docs and  nurses were quite pleased when they started putting the tube down my throat and got a whiff of my 'I have had nothing to drink for 8 hours and am scared crapless' breath.  SO..anyway..the good news is..I HAVE NOTHING!!!! No cancer, no abnormalities (well...at least not with my upper pancreas), nada, zip, no spot!  Relief..well..it overwhelmed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first thing I heard when I came to. I'm ok.  I was relieved, but then I felt .. pain.  The recovery  nurse asked if I was ok.  I replied, "well, my..um.. sphincter hurts".  You could tell she was trying not to crack up..and frankly I was trying not to as well. I mean, come on.. sphincter..it is a funny word, and why did I get so clinical all of a sudden? Why didn't I just say, hey listen, my butthole hurts?  I blame the anesthetic.  So then they give me a good shot of morphine and BOOM .. sphincter pain be gone! Man..I can TOTALLY see how people get addicted to that stuff. It was gooooooddd.  Apparently, I had that certain pain because they have to fill your intestines up with air in order to maneuver through.  Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the ERCP was painful and scary, I'm so thankful I'm ok. ..and am SO thankful it is over.  Now..I just need to find something else to stress out over!  :) Type A personality? You betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-274640486031154777?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/274640486031154777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=274640486031154777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/274640486031154777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/274640486031154777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-out-damn-spot.html' title='Out, Out Damn Spot!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-5931213130666701501</id><published>2007-01-23T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:05:35.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aristocratic Title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="8" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/minicrest.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;Venerable Lady Kimmy the Nefarious of Throcking by Hampton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/peculiartitle.php"&gt;Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm..not quite sure what to make of that.  I have to admit..I had to  look up 'nefarious' and here is how dictionary.com defines the word:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ne·far·i·ous   &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fnefarious"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  /nɪˈfɛəriəs/ &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;[ni-fair-ee-uhs] &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;extremely wicked or villainous; iniquitous: a nefarious plot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ow please...I am neither wicked nor villainous..maybe during my teenage years, but really, wickedness takes too much energy.  I'd rather use my energy on things like sleep, watching TV or making a margarita.  Wicked..please...&lt;br /&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/34402478-5931213130666701501?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/5931213130666701501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=5931213130666701501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5931213130666701501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5931213130666701501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-aristocratic-title.html' title='My Aristocratic Title...'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-7780801665592447115</id><published>2007-01-22T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:55:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest with Spot and Other Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>It is Monday...sigh. Mondays are usually hard for me. Hard to get up. Hard to get motivated. Etc. I'm sure many people feel this way and it is not unusual. I had a good weekend...had a good football day yesterday, although I was routing for New Orleans to beat Chicago..but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not heard anything about 'Spot'. I suppose no news is good news, but then again, my overactive, female, highly emotional mind is thinking 'my gosh, they can't figure out what this thing is on my pancreas and therefore they are baffled and while they are trying to figure out what it is, Spot is eating my pancreas alive and, and, and...'. Why yes...it is enough to drive a perfectly normal (ok..this is debatable) person, insane. Much like my students..but again, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I hope y'all have a great week......Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-7780801665592447115?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/7780801665592447115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=7780801665592447115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7780801665592447115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/7780801665592447115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/latest-with-spot-and-other-ramblings.html' title='The Latest with Spot and Other Ramblings..'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-25868653502782972</id><published>2007-01-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:04:48.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast #127</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feast One Hundred &amp; Twenty Seven&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which television shows do you just refuse to miss? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm afraid to admit it, but American Idol.  I know, you've lost all respect for me, but it requires so little thought and thoughts are running very slim by the end of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you last speak to on the telephone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pat Daddy Tucker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many pillows do you keep on your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we actually sleep on - 3, Decorative - oh Lord..um...8.  I'm southern and it is a requirement of every proper southern woman (not hick, southern..there is a BIG difference) to have at least 5 decorative pillows on your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name one addition to your computer (software, hardware, etc.) that you'd love to have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A CD drive...I know..don't get me started.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite foreign food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tex-Mex..but really, in Texas, that's home cookin'&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-25868653502782972?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/25868653502782972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=25868653502782972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/25868653502782972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/25868653502782972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-feast-127.html' title='Friday Feast #127'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-1990393452577720223</id><published>2007-01-18T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:45:54.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Underrated Actor</title><content type='html'>Teacher Lady (sexedhighered.blogspot.com) declared this National Underrated Star Week, where we are to blog about our favorite, not on the cover of People Magazine every week, star.  Mine is Eric Roberts.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000616/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000616/&lt;/a&gt;  Yes...Eric Roberts that is Julia Roberts' brother.  I've always loved him.  I think he's both talented and..well...not hard on the eyes.  Although I haven't seen him in much lately, I still rank him as my favorite underrated actor..and he is...very  underrated.  Eric..if you Googled your name and my blog came up..just know, I'm a big fan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...is Duran Duran considered 'underrated' now that we are 20+ years out of the 80s??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-1990393452577720223?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/1990393452577720223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=1990393452577720223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1990393452577720223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1990393452577720223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favorite-underrated-actor.html' title='My Favorite Underrated Actor'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-5265493943840736016</id><published>2007-01-16T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:36:35.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast #126</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feast One Hundred &amp; Twenty Six &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes to mind when you see the color orange?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The University of Texas (my husband's school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever get in trouble while you were in school? If so, what was it for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole a sticker out of Mrs. Budecke's desk when I was in 3rd grade. Boy was I in deep doo doo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which topping(s) make up your perfect pizza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushroom and black olive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in UFOs/aliens/etc.? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No...I listen to Art Bell...enough said...  Look, don't judge me..I only listen when I can't sleep. It helps me feel as if I am somewhat normal after listening to most of the people that call in to that show.  Whew...me..normal..I know...scary huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your bedspread/comforter/quilt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark red and taupe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-5265493943840736016?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/5265493943840736016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=5265493943840736016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5265493943840736016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/5265493943840736016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/feast-126.html' title='Feast #126'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-1766489745314781316</id><published>2007-01-12T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:06:01.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm With Teacher Lady</title><content type='html'>I am questioning why I'm teaching and shaking my head (Teacher Lady can be reached at sexedhighered.blogspot.com).  Every semester, students have the option to fill out course evaluations.  I can take criticism...really, I can.. and I usually use it constructively.  However..this one really just floored me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final exam was a joke. It was assigned Monday Dec 11th (during finals week) - due on Thursday Dec 14th - and was a minimum 6-page paper to create - from the ground up - an elder care facility including business - marketing - FAB - and healthcare plans - plus discussion of location selection and facility parameters. The scope is basically all the subjects we covered in the semester. Totally ridiculous to do this during finals week and expect students to finish it in 3 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you BELIEVE the NERVE of me assigning a FINAL during finals week that covers the WHOLE semester???   I remember when I had to complete ten page handwritten exams in two hours for finals when I was in undergrad.  Wow.. what a *joke* I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-1766489745314781316?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/1766489745314781316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=1766489745314781316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1766489745314781316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/1766489745314781316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-with-teacher-lady.html' title='I&apos;m With Teacher Lady'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116861068885900234</id><published>2007-01-12T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T06:04:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rantings</title><content type='html'>It is Friday..and I am glad. I am ready to get some sleep. I don't know about y'all, but when I wake up at 4:50..ish..every morning, I'm not the most pleasant of peeps.  Take today for instance, alarm goes off, dogs get all excited because this means their morning romp in the backyard and then a bowl full of puppy breakfast.  I go through the same thing every morning..the alarm goes off and dogs go into a frenzy.  Today..it just irritated me.  So I yelled at them.  They  looked at me like I had beaten them with a stick.  Now please tell me..how is it, that dogs can just look at you and make you feel like crap?? Do they  have that sort of dedutive reasoning?  There is nothing worse than a sad looking basset hound early in the morning to make you feel like you just told a 4 year old that Santa isn't real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting #2...who the heck is calling me this early in the morning at work (my phone is ringing)?  I hate the telephone. Hate it.  I'm so not your typical girl who rants on the phone for hours..email...or a blog .. ok.. but not the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting #3..the spring semester begins.  I'm taking a research course and doing an internship this semester.  I am beginning to think I'll never finish my Ph.D. and will never be able to giggle loudly when students call me doctor.  Anyway.. I don't understand why it is required for us to take 4 research courses and four statistic courses.  Two .. I get..but four??  Come on...if you don't get it by the second time, then that's a strong hint that maybe graduate work isn't your forte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting #4... I work for the best airline in the world. I suppose I shouldn't say which one it is..but it is a SOUTWESTern airline. :)  I can't tell you how cool it is to come in here every day and look out on the runway and watch my birds take off and land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting #5..What am I going to eat for lunch?  Yes..I'm already worried about that.  Sigh...how sad is that??  I am desperately trying to lose ten pounds.  Lipo is starting to look better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I think I'm done... for now.. bwhahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116861068885900234?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116861068885900234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116861068885900234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116861068885900234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116861068885900234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-rantings.html' title='Random Rantings'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116845764550051265</id><published>2007-01-10T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:34:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Call Him...Spot</title><content type='html'>I hate medical scares. It seems I've had more than my share lately.  The latest is my pancreas.  After having a CT Scan recently, it showed a 'prominent area of concern' on my pancreas.  Now, I've been a Type 1 diabetic for 30 years, so I'm a little sensitive when it comes to my pancreas.  So...of course, my stupid girl emotions immediately thinks the worst..cancer.  My endocrinologist said she hasn't seen anything like it. I should probably think..this is good...you'd think the pancreas doc would recognize an ugly cancer blob when she saw one, right??  Anyway...I'm not symptomatic of pancreatic cancer or anything, so a logical thought is..it isn't cancer.  Again, I'm female and all logic goes out the window when it comes to matters such as this.  The husband and I got tired of referring to it as 'the prominent area of concern'..so we just named it.. Spot.  Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116845764550051265?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116845764550051265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116845764550051265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116845764550051265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116845764550051265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-call-himspot.html' title='We Call Him...Spot'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116680322971506737</id><published>2006-12-22T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:00:29.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Moron - Tales of an IT Professional</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to add links to my blog to display the blogs of others that I visit daily.  Apparently, one has to be an html developer in order to do this on my particular blog page.  What is sad, is I work in IT...albeit, I am not a developer, I do like to consider myself *somewhat* technically savvy.  However, the blog has kicked my ass.  Diminished me to levels of inadequacy.  I am now questioning my very existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that by clicking the link that says 'Edit Me', that a nice simple page would appear where you insert the URL for the link you would like to post. Not so much.  It brings up the Help(less) page and goes on about how to edit the code.  I've edited code before .. and this my friends..well..let's just say I'm either retarded (ok..this IS possible), or the code is a product of a disgruntled former Blogger developer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..dear friends and fellow bloggers...I want you to know I attempted to add your blog link onto my page, but failed.  I think I'm going to go enroll in a computer science course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...Merry Christmas to all of y'all!! (Hey..I'm from Texas where we always say 'y'all'!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116680322971506737?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116680322971506737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116680322971506737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116680322971506737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116680322971506737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/12/technical-moron-tales-of-it.html' title='Technical Moron - Tales of an IT Professional'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116595477081780477</id><published>2006-12-12T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:19:30.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Did College Become Easy??</title><content type='html'>I am an adjunct professor at a university which I will leave as anonymous right now to protect the innocent and..well..myself.  Anyway...I teach classes online.  I gave my students their final exam Monday.  I asked them to complete a project that basically should cover their materials they learned over the course of the semester.  I asked for some creativity in this project which would help them meet the minimum requirement of 6 pages.  I was floored when I received several emails that stated how they didn't feel this was reasonable and that how could they be expected to complete something so comprehensive during finals. Huh? Isn't that the point? And hello, you have FOUR days!  One student said, what if I had not have opened the instructions until the last day.  Um..then you have poor time management skills and you'd get a grade reflecting that.  They kept saying how stressed they were.  Well kids, let's just say I am preparing you for real life. You know, when your boss expected that 20 page presentation yesterday, your kids need crap for their soccer game and oh, the mortgage is due.  I guess things were just different back when I was in undergrad. I can't imagine ever bitching to a professor about a final and I'm sorry...a final exam is supposed to be hard and stressful.  I guess these kids today just think that life is supposed to be handed to them and easy. Glad I don't teach rocket science.  Sheesh!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116595477081780477?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116595477081780477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116595477081780477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116595477081780477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116595477081780477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-did-college-become-easy.html' title='When Did College Become Easy??'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116558718019313262</id><published>2006-12-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T06:13:00.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper What??</title><content type='html'>Ahhh yes, back to therapy...errr blogland. I feel I had to return because I am coming upon a milestone in my life.  Yes...I am about to turn 38.  I know...you're tilting your head much like my basset hound does when I talk to him in *his* voice.  You would think a milestone would be turning 40, 50, etc.  But no...38.  I say this because while being 37, I can still get away with saying that I am in my *mid 30s*.  However, once I turn 38, all bets are off...I will be in my *upper 30s*.  That means my 40s are right around the corner.  Talk about depression.  I mean seriously...I know they say that today's 40 is the new 20, but they haven't seen my wrinkles and cellulite. I don't know a 20 year old with wrinkles and cellulite...well...unless you consider the 20 year old elephant down at the zoo.  Oh well,  I guess there is nothing I can do about it really.  I suppose I should look forward to the days of just being able to take out my teeth and have them self-clean in a bubble bath of Efferdent!  And I can drink beer on the couch while watching football and not even have to get up to pee!  I can just go in my adult diaper!  Old age, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116558718019313262?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116558718019313262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116558718019313262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116558718019313262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116558718019313262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/12/upper-what.html' title='Upper What??'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-116005402746224477</id><published>2006-10-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:13:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Likes Me Everybody Hates Me I'm Going to Eat Worms!</title><content type='html'>Or a big greasy McDonald's bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. Gotta love PMS. Anyway...how come no one is reading my blog dammit?? Or if you are, you aren't commenting. My psyche is very fragile and my self-esteem is in danger of plummeting sharply unless I receive some serious commenting from folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-116005402746224477?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/116005402746224477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=116005402746224477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116005402746224477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/116005402746224477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/10/nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-im.html' title='Nobody Likes Me Everybody Hates Me I&apos;m Going to Eat Worms!'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115989377245098847</id><published>2006-10-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:42:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years Later</title><content type='html'>That's right...20 years ago, I graduated from  high school.  And we all got together this weekend to celebrate it.  It was fun. I felt I actually looked decent.  For once, the bags and dark circles decided not to invade my eyes.  I actually wore heels and didn't fall once..even after SEVERAL glasses of wine..then beer.  Hey, I went to school in west Texas..get off my beer back.  But I digress...anyway..it was fun, having good times..until..the wardrobe malfunction.  Yes, that's right...here's the play-by-play. I go up to the bar to order another beer and the hostess runs up to me and shoves a safety pin in my face.  I was shocked..but not as shocked as I would soon become.  She states that 'there is a hole in the seam of your dress and I can see your butt crack'. Huh.  I thought I'd go all night without hearing that.  The bartender then mentions something about 'showing booty' and 'do I need help with the pin'.  Um... NO....but it was nice to have a youngster say such things...but again..I digress.  I then have thoughts of oh my gosh..how many of my classmates have seen my ass tonight??  Of course, I opted for wearing a black thong instead of regular panties..so...there was NOTHING covering my ass. &lt;br /&gt;So..I'm not sure if my classmates will be sharing the wonderful memories of seeing each other again after 20 years, or the memories of Kim's lilly white ass blinding them all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115989377245098847?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115989377245098847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115989377245098847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115989377245098847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115989377245098847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/10/20-years-later.html' title='20 Years Later'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115954751954646265</id><published>2006-09-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:31:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Free Lunch Worth It??</title><content type='html'>Today we have a  'director quarterly' at work. This is basically an all afternoon thing, where my whole director group gets together for lunch and games.  This would be great if I didn't have a ton of work to do..that has to be done today..FRIDAY..before I leave. Sigh. Since I am new to this group, I have to participate.  First of all, the aforementioned incredible pile of work I must do.  Secondly, I suck at games.  I hate most games.  And this is Trivial Pursuit. I barely am able to remember what I had for breakfast and I am expected to remember who hit the winning home run in the 1977 World Series??  As if!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115954751954646265?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115954751954646265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115954751954646265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115954751954646265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115954751954646265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-free-lunch-worth-it.html' title='Is Free Lunch Worth It??'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115938510029883148</id><published>2006-09-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:25:00.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly Blobs</title><content type='html'>Every morning, I have toast with Smuckers Natural Grape Jelly.  Every morning, I have to deal with the plague of the jelly blobs.  You know what I mean.  The phenomenon when you take your knife and stick it down into the jelly jar, put the jelly on the toast and it just does not spread.  It blobs.  Why is it that the jelly spreads perfectly and symetrically on all the commercials, yet when I try to do it, it turns into something that looks like a scientific experiment?! I suppose I could just have my toast with butter, but that is no fun. And besides, butter just DOES NOT provide for very interesting blog material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115938510029883148?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115938510029883148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115938510029883148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115938510029883148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115938510029883148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/09/jelly-blobs.html' title='Jelly Blobs'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115886570109262205</id><published>2006-09-21T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:08:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Bored my Ass Hurts</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so bored your ass actually hurts?  No, not in a scary, medical kind of way, but from sitting and doing nothing.  Yes, I am still in the 'new job fuzziness' phase.  Actually, I'm in the 'no one has time to show me how to do my new job' phase.  And it blows.  So here I sit, bored, don't have anywhere to go, praying for a meeting or something, even popping laxatives just so I can go to the bathroom and pass time (ok...that *may* be a bit of an exaggeration).  I'd kill to take a nap, but of course the drool on my keyboard might give it away.  So I sit...daily...for 9 hours...bored.  I've surfed the ENTIRE internet.  Even did some homework.  Sigh...and still...I sit..bored.  I tell ya, horses have it made being able to sleep standing up with their eyes open.  Nayyyyyy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115886570109262205?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115886570109262205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115886570109262205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115886570109262205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115886570109262205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-bored-my-ass-hurts.html' title='So Bored my Ass Hurts'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115868202947435983</id><published>2006-09-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:07:09.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Went Back to School, Why??</title><content type='html'>OH yes....to earn a Ph.D. so I can giggle hopelessly when people call me Dr. Kimmy.  Most of my classes are fine, but there is always that one that eventually will lead you into countless therapy session and make you doubt your intelligence.  I am experiencing that class this semester.  Scarily, I thought it'd be easy.  I suppose it isn't exactly MENSA worthy, but it is requiring a little too much of my time.  It seems most of my classmates are full-time students and have time to 'research' and 'explore new blah blah blah'.  Or maybe I just have no interest.  The class deals with distance education, which is an area of interest for me since I teach classes online.  However, this one just isn't jazzing me.  Perhaps it is the 'super student' that is in my 'assigned team' that feels the need to criticize and make comments on everything I do.  Can't we all just get along?  Maybe I just don't have the energy to bark back. Or better yet, I just don't care.  I like to feel sorry for this person.  What a life...sitting around criticizing your classmates' work.  Whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115868202947435983?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115868202947435983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115868202947435983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115868202947435983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115868202947435983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-went-back-to-school-why.html' title='And I Went Back to School, Why??'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34402478.post-115824423323917061</id><published>2006-09-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:30:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job Fuzziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I have been moved to a different position within my company.  We often have many *organizational changes* and folks get moved around.  During this past org change, I fell into the *guess what, you're moving* category.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While in the big scheme of things, this was a good move, I am at the point now where I have the new job, what the heck am I doing fuzziness.  You know, that feeling you first have when you move into a new job or group and you don't have a clue as to what you are doing.  Fun times.  Although I am invited to meetings, I sit there just trying to interpret the language in which everyone is speaking.  I believe this language is known in the corporate world as Acronymish.  Here's an example:  I would like to have everyone's FB on the new GOPs DBR issued by CSA by COB today.  Huh?  Just as Tom Cruise had Renee Zellwegger at *hello*, my new team lost me at *GOPs*.  Grand Ole Party?  Gophers on PCP?  I am amazed at the depth of the Acronymish language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Additionally, as I have moved cubicles to be more strategically placed (how's that for generic business talk?) with my new team.  Everyone on the team seems very nice.  However, I am at that place where I am trying to fit in, trying to figure everyone out and just get the overall vibe of the team.  How can one not feel a bit paranoid? Everyone is talking to everyone else BUT ME.  Do they like me?  Are they pissed that I took the place of someone they loved?  Do they have a voodoo doll with my name on it?  Why are they staring!?!  Ok..I digress... anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am sure this will all pass and in a few weeks it will be old hat, however, I now sit all day reading documents that make no sense to me and try to decode this language my teammates are speaking.  Thank goodness for this blog! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34402478-115824423323917061?l=kimmy753.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/feeds/115824423323917061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34402478&amp;postID=115824423323917061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115824423323917061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34402478/posts/default/115824423323917061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy753.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-job-fuzziness.html' title='New Job Fuzziness'/><author><name>Kimmy753</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078745353881776932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
