<?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-15450488</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:58.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Beautician</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15450488.post-113831146149376968</id><published>2006-01-26T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:01:51.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0783.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0783.0.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0783.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor boy has been so sick. He has pneumonia the doctor said after I took him back for the 2nd time with a 104.5 temp. He hasn't been sick like this since he was about 3 yrs old. There's been sniffles here and there, but nothing like this. The worry I have scares me because what would I do if he or one of the other kids were really really sick, like terminally ill? My heart goes out to those parents who have to deal with that daily.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get caught up in everyday stresses and I forget how lucky I really am. Hunter can take antibiotics and get better, the kids are happy, and my husband loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113831146149376968?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113831146149376968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113831146149376968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113831146149376968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113831146149376968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-113640051846574685</id><published>2006-01-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:50:30.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird things....</title><content type='html'>Heidi wanted me to do 5 weird things about myself, and since I haven't blogged in forever, I thought this was a great way to start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I read every magazine from back to front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. In the summer between 8th and 9th grade, I spent every single day with my best friend at the time (Kathy) and we only ate macaroni and cheese and cool ranch doritos. We had a list of famous guys we called the Kathmies that we had crushes on. Our favorite movie was Stand By Me and we watched it so much that one night laying on the grass in my back yard we recited the entire movie word for word, even the songs. Oh, and we watched Headbangers Ball every saturday night and would put hangers on our head during the songs we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. I used to eat mayo on my french fries...(yeah, I'm from Wisconsin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. When I was in 9th grade, I sang back up for a garage band called The Sewerheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. I'm obsessed with reading. In fact, I often don't read a book because I know I can't control myself. If I start reading it, I feel like I have to finish it as soon as possible. My life stops until I'm finished with the book. I usually read a book in 2-3 days. Sometimes my dear husband has to intervene! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113640051846574685?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113640051846574685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113640051846574685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113640051846574685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113640051846574685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-weird-things.html' title='5 weird things....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-113474725716452739</id><published>2005-12-16T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:34:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I passed, I passed, I passed passed passed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just took my state board licensing test on Wednesday. The most stressful day of my life so far, and I passed! It took me two years to take that stinking test, I hate taking tests, my brain freezes and I become a wreck. And I had some pruney old lady looking over my shoulder at everything I was doing. BUT I PASSED! Wooooo Hooooo! I'm not a kitchen beautician anymore, now I'm official! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113474725716452739?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113474725716452739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113474725716452739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113474725716452739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113474725716452739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/12/woooooooo-hoooooooo.html' title='WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-113078218969719885</id><published>2005-10-31T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:10:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We've had so much fun this Halloween! This is Hallie's first one that she's really been able to get into. When she puts on her pirate costume she says "AYE MATEY!" she really loves it. And she's discovered candy, oh boy! Hunter has wanted to be Indiana Jones for the last few years, but I've never been able to pull the costume together for him. So this year I did. Thank heaven's for ebay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113078218969719885?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113078218969719885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113078218969719885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113078218969719885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113078218969719885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-113073114982571322</id><published>2005-10-30T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:59:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best weekend ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to my wonderful husband, I had the best weekend ever! My weekend started out with my coming home from work to a candlelight dinner and the kids at my mom's. He made me perfectly grilled salmon, rice pilaf, steamed veggies, ceasar salad and a glass of my favorite wine. Then we snuggled in bed and watched Amityville Horror while eating popcorn and m&amp;ms. yum! On Saturday afternoon we met my parents with the kids at Apple Hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my husband. He always seems to know just what I need. He keeps me grounded in a sometimes insane life. The kids and I are so lucky to have him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113073114982571322?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113073114982571322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113073114982571322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113073114982571322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113073114982571322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-weekend-ever.html' title='The best weekend ever!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-113017348518905434</id><published>2005-10-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:37:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 little facts...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Heather for 20 mem's (little facts about myself) So here's my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I hate the sound socks make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. If you press on the base of my thumb nail, it tickles my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3. I love my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. I hate my freckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. In my head, I often stick my tounge out at people I think are being stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;6&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;. I love white rice with sugar and butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. I only flush public toilets with my foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. I don't really like my cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;9. When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. I'm in a Danzig video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11. I like it when bull fighters get trampled and poked by the bulls ( I'm rooting for the bull the whole way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;12. I'm afraid of huge ships and other really large things like skyscrapers and the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13. I don't know how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. I still like Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. I like the shape of my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. I really really really want a horse, and I'll name her Sunshine Rainflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;17. I'm horrible at math (but that's what calculators are for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;18. I'm a really good bowler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19. I still talk to my grandma who died when I was 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. I've dissected a dead body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WOW! That took a few days! I'm tagging Darren...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-113017348518905434?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/113017348518905434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=113017348518905434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113017348518905434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/113017348518905434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/20-little-facts.html' title='20 little facts...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112973430271359067</id><published>2005-10-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:05:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was bustling around cleaning the house yesterday afternoon, and Darren was cooking dinner, I saw my two little sweeties finding comfort in each other. I love that they are so close eventhough they are so far apart in age. It did make me stop and think about how much more important cuddling is than cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112973430271359067?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112973430271359067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112973430271359067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112973430271359067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112973430271359067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112939139989364949</id><published>2005-10-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:52:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Kids Say Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/noelleblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/noelleblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids say some funny things, I started writing them down....so I thought, hey, I should blog them too and share them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my recent favorites from Noelle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leaving the park one day and I was pushing Hallie in the stroller, so I asked Noelle if she could open the gate for me and when she did I said "Thank you Lady" and as I was walking out she said "You're welcome, Tramp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a minute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's what she said and it took me a speachless minute to realize she was referencing the Disney movie, Lady and the Tramp. She wasn't actually calling me a tramp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112939139989364949?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112939139989364949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112939139989364949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112939139989364949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112939139989364949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-my-kids-say-saturday.html' title='Things My Kids Say Saturday'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112915066805638327</id><published>2005-10-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:57:48.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is my nephew Evan's birthday! As you can see from this picture, he's a fast flying 2 year old super hero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's sliding faster than a speeding bullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's making a quick get away in the Evan mobile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He finally rescues the little princess, and saves the day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Evan! Auntie loves you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112915066805638327?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112915066805638327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112915066805638327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112915066805638327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112915066805638327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-evan.html' title='Happy Birthday Evan!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112879802321740320</id><published>2005-10-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:56:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 3rd grade, I started wearing glasses (and braces and a bra, but that's a different story) For 22 years now, I haven't been able to see on my own. In fact for probably about the last 10 I have been close to legally blind without my glasses or contacts. I've been told by eye doctors they didn't have a chart high enough to rate my uncorrected vison. I spent a large amount of time in 8th grade with only one conctact in my eye because I was afraid to tell my parent's that I lost another contact. I have thrown a pair of glasses across a labor room because they were too sweaty on my face while I was pushing, and I didn't see my newborn son until he was up close. I have nursed and changed diapers without sight, just by touch because I couldn't find my glasses in the darkness of the night. I forgot what it was like to wake up in the morning and just be able to see without fumbling for my glasses. Or to just fall asleep at night without worrying about having to take out my contacts. Or even what is like to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or get some water while being able to see. In fact I've learned to do the latter with my eyes just closed. What was the point, I couldn't see anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of my rambling, you ask? On this past Thursday, it all changed for me. I got LASIK eye surgery. It only took 4 minutes for the last 22 years of "blindness" to be erased. I now have 20/20 vision. All on my own. I sat up from the table able to see and I started crying and thanking the doctor. I think it's hard for people who can see perfectly to understand what it really means. No more four eyes for me. Just my two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112879802321740320?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112879802321740320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112879802321740320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112879802321740320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112879802321740320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/10/four-eyes.html' title='Four Eyes'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112802662298497836</id><published>2005-09-29T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:43:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmmm ohmmm ohmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm blogging with much irritation today! You know when you have a certain opinion of something that's kinda negative but you dont' really have a choice so you try to go into it with an open mind? And then it seems like right away something bad happens, and then you think, well everyone makes mistakes, just try to keep an open mind. And then something else bad happens and again you try to calm yourself and give the benefit of the doubt and then the people who run things  just turn out to be ABSOLUTE COMPLETE STUPIDHEADS, just like you thought they'd be? Yeah, that happend to me today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112802662298497836?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112802662298497836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112802662298497836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112802662298497836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112802662298497836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/ohmmm-ohmmm-ohmm.html' title='ohmmm ohmmm ohmm'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112778140610328584</id><published>2005-09-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:36:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/dboyscouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/dboyscouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my wonderful husband's birthday. Here he is at age 11 (I think?) all ready for boy scouts! Many of his memories are of boy scouts. I love how he still talks about it. Even if I've heard the story 10 times, I still listen  and I'm still interested because it means so much to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Darren. I wish you many happy birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for the pic Heidi :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112778140610328584?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112778140610328584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112778140610328584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112778140610328584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112778140610328584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy Birthday my Love'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112715454440697231</id><published>2005-09-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:29:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie's new bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Hallie a new bed! No more crib for our big girl! We spent the first night escorting her back to bed about a million times before she finally went to sleep. Last night was night #2 and she went down much quicker, especially after she knew that her big brother was going to bed too. If you look at her pillow case, it's Strawberry Shortcake. It's the same pillow case I had when I was little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112715454440697231?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112715454440697231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112715454440697231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112715454440697231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112715454440697231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/hallies-new-bed.html' title='Hallie&apos;s new bed'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112658191641777515</id><published>2005-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:15:51.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%200801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/Picture%200801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss this little girl, much more than I thought I would.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't explain it, I don't know why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's not even really mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It won't be so bad, I thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when I said good-bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We'll see her soon enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but now I know it's not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing her sing, and knowing every word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss seeing her shirt tucked in up past her belly because it's "too long"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss her wearing sparkly shoes, even when they don't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss watching her dance and showing her baby sister how to walk in from "off stage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss watching her run when she's excited with her hands in a fist and her arms bowed out to the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I even miss her drama queen attitude (well, sometimes!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112658191641777515?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112658191641777515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112658191641777515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112658191641777515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112658191641777515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/stepmother.html' title='Stepmother'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112611207356521073</id><published>2005-09-07T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:04:24.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraiser! Fundraiser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For anyone who's interested.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innisbrook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.innisbrook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to order fabulous items and gifts (and yummy candy too) to support Hunter's school. 50% of all sales goes directly to his school, and we all know how much the schools in CA need! Just enter his school ID# (105005) and shop away!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then during the check out process you can enter his name and grade (H. Mason, 3rd) for him to get the credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for your support! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112611207356521073?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112611207356521073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112611207356521073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112611207356521073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112611207356521073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/fundraiser-fundraiser.html' title='Fundraiser! Fundraiser!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112579428500629990</id><published>2005-09-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:30:18.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been posting lately because I am obsessed with watching the news about the hurricane. I can't take my eyes off of it! I don't know why because I sit there trying to hold back the tears. I want to drive down there and take all the babies and children in my car and drive to safety. Irrational, I know but it's the mother in me I guess. I can't even imagine the helpless feelings of the parents of all thoes kids. To wait day after day watching your children decline and fearing for their safety. I'm gald they are finally getting some relief, my heart goes out to all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112579428500629990?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112579428500629990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112579428500629990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112579428500629990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112579428500629990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-really-been-posting-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112551417024174366</id><published>2005-08-31T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:57:07.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/Picture%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/Picture%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My silly girl! She is such a joy and brings so much laughter and happiness to our family. Lately, she's been telling people Happy Father's Day. She just says it like a tearm of endearment. She says it to me when I put her down to sleep, she says it to her big brother every morning when he goes to school. He says "Bye, Hallie see you later." and she says "Happy Father's Day" She said it to my dad one day in the swimming pool. And today she said it to the check out lady at the store. So, Happy Father's Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112551417024174366?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112551417024174366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112551417024174366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112551417024174366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112551417024174366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112527207699204561</id><published>2005-08-28T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:21:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something special about Sundays. It always seems so quiet and gentle outside. It's a spiritual day for me. Most people go to church and turn to their religion on Sunday to celebrate their spirituality. For me it's different, I find my peace and my spirituality in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Sundays because it's a day for sleeping in. No alarm clocks, or bright lights. Just snuggle down in deep morning sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a day for waffles made with bananas and cinnamon. And the smell of bacon beckoning towards the togetherness of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a staying in your jammies all day day. And putting on whatever you feel like day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best of all it's a being together day. No work or school. No swim practice or cub scouts. No parent meetings or play dates. Just doing nothing together. That's why I love Sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112527207699204561?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112527207699204561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112527207699204561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112527207699204561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112527207699204561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-i-love-sunday.html' title='Why I Love Sunday'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112499466621157278</id><published>2005-08-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:31:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Odie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/odie_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/400/odie_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Odie, Odie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are so grodie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're breath smells like a pile of poo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You lick your butt, the cat's throw up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I've seen you eat baby puke too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you're a good dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so I'll end this blog by saying that I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112499466621157278?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112499466621157278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112499466621157278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112499466621157278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112499466621157278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-odie.html' title='Ode to Odie'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112493855442853276</id><published>2005-08-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:55:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/beauty%20shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/beauty%20shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a new "client" today. I was really nervous about doing her hair because I always get nervous right before I do someone's hair. I don't know why, I started doing hair when I was 12. So I've got a good 18 years in. Maybe the reason I get nervous is the same reason why I haven't yet taken my licensure exam. I hate to make mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the lady that came was Mrs. Walker. I sometimes feel like she's my other mother in law. She makes me nervous like a mother in law should. But all went well and she seemed really happy with the job I did! Thanks Mrs. Walker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112493855442853276?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112493855442853276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112493855442853276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112493855442853276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112493855442853276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/beauty-shop.html' title='Beauty Shop'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112432943695524112</id><published>2005-08-17T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:43:56.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/200/100_0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter, sweet little Hallie Joy. She's 2 and so smart! She was telling me yesterday about how the tree we were walking past looked kinda like broccoli. We were walking to the duck pond. She wanted to ride in her new wagon. When we got there, I stopped at the top of the embankment to get her out. I started hearing all this quacking and honking. Hallie started laughing and yelling "Ducks, ducks!" I turned around and ALL of the ducks and geese were stampeding towards us. I put her back in the wagon and chucked the stale bread at them and started walking to the street. When I turned around I saw that they were still after us. I saw all these duck bills at the same height as Hallie's head. I started running and almost fell off of the curb. They followed us into the street, so I started running faster. I ran a good 2 blocks with Hallie hanging on for dear life laughing the whole way. Stupid ducks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112432943695524112?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112432943695524112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112432943695524112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112432943695524112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112432943695524112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/hallie-joy.html' title='Hallie Joy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112421816587763128</id><published>2005-08-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:49:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/1600/100_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2400/1431/320/100_0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Hunter started 3rd grade yesterday. He wouldn't let me walk him to his classroom. He told me he was a 3rd grader now, and he could handle it.  I wanted to tell him that I couldn't handle it. That he was still my little baby boy.  I dropped him off at the curb, and he said he'd give me a kiss good bye as long as I stretched to the back where the windows are tinted and no one could see in. So I did, and off he went, the big 3rd grader.&lt;br /&gt;Time is going by so fast and my kids seem to be getting older by the minute. I hope he knows how much he means to me and that I love him more than I could ever express. I am so proud of him and who he is becoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112421816587763128?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112421816587763128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112421816587763128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112421816587763128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112421816587763128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-son-hunter-started-3rd-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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-15450488.post-112413189798282691</id><published>2005-08-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:07:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a daughter, a sister, a friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a nurse, a lover, a pleaser, a shoulder to cry on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a maid, a cook, a teacher, a hostess, a cab driver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a cheerleader, a secretary, a psychiatrist, and a kitchen beautician. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I in all of this? Whatever happened to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the Peace Corps joining activist, the vegetarian, the college student, the scientist? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a wife and a mother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't want it any other way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15450488-112413189798282691?l=kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/feeds/112413189798282691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15450488&amp;postID=112413189798282691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112413189798282691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15450488/posts/default/112413189798282691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitchenbeautician.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-daughter-sister-friend-i-am-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04772286732527293568</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></feed>
