<?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-5859431232621033697</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:34:40.672-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Bonnie Tyler'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Creey'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Global Warming'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Newbies'/><category term='Damnit'/><category term='Haha'/><category term='Cat Bath 2'/><category term='House'/><category term='Turkey Day'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Jeff Dunham'/><category term='Trick or Treat'/><category term='Mornings'/><category term='Stuck in my head'/><category term='Slideshow'/><category term='New Furniture'/><category term='Leaves'/><category term='Baby Cadence'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Home Improvements'/><category term='BBW'/><category term='Birthday Party'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Weight Watchers'/><category term='Tooth Pain'/><category term='Mim Moment'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Webkinz'/><category term='Blogger being stupid'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Blah'/><category term='Sick again'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Third Eye Blind'/><category term='Cube News'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='BBW Interview gone awry'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='Beowulf'/><category term='Comic Relief'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Halloween Night'/><category term='Company Party'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Tara'/><category term='Celeb Crush'/><category term='Wisdom Teeth'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='FEAR'/><category term='Heath Ledger'/><category term='Cat Bath'/><category term='Nightmare before Christmas'/><category term='Gurr'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Still Sick'/><category term='Living Room'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Achmed the Dead Terrorist'/><category term='Black Friday'/><category term='Crappy Week'/><category term='Yard Sale'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Hell Week'/><category term='Parade'/><category term='Ice'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Broken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3441251057893939423</id><published>2008-02-22T07:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:23:37.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's moving time...</title><content type='html'>So I was finally talked into trying out wordpress. So I'm not going to delete this blog yet...I just will not be updating it either. Here's the web addy for my new one: &lt;a href="http://stormiekim.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://stormiekim.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Who knows maybe I'll come back to blogger :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3441251057893939423?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3441251057893939423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3441251057893939423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3441251057893939423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3441251057893939423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-moving-time.html' title='It&apos;s moving time...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-579198772288911610</id><published>2008-02-21T05:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:37:55.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger being stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><title type='text'>How Exciting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Totally found it!!! YAY! See, I told you it was possible! Check it out: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169412281004236002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/R71xFLLMnOI/AAAAAAAAABk/jRS1S0YxkDk/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's exactly what we need, I sort of wish it had a few more shelves in the center of the console table, but beggers can't be choosey. Oh how I love Target.com! I would have put the link here...but blogger is being stupid and had me thinking I didn't remember how to do it but thankfully Mim proved to me that I wasn't insane this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she finally has picked out her tv, we gauged (size wise, definitely not price wise) them at Best Buy and have come to the conclusion nothing smaller than 42" because I'm blind and can't see it. Lol, we make the best excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't have much time to write, I have a deadline on the 28th with the IRS. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-579198772288911610?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/579198772288911610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=579198772288911610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/579198772288911610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/579198772288911610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-exciting.html' title='How Exciting!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/R71xFLLMnOI/AAAAAAAAABk/jRS1S0YxkDk/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7013131971168430115</id><published>2008-02-20T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:01:58.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Well then..Hump Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I was reading my local newspaper this morning to see they have finally released the list of those who were busted on Valentine's Day in this major drug sweep in our county. I'm not sure what upsets me more, the fact that these people are poluting our streets with that filth or the fact that I know quite a few of them...and I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't found what we need (furniture wise) for the living room. And it's starting to seriously bum me out. I have the picture of it in my mind, I just can't find it.  And I'm hard headed, so she can't talk me into anything else. We're going to look at a few other places today after work maybe we'll get lucky and agree on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the intense winds we've been having, a section of the siding on the house has raised up again. Normally this wouldn't upset me, things happen. However my stepfather aka my landlord had "fixed" it a long while ago. Apparently not good enough. And we're still waiting on the light in T's room to be fixed, the porch light to be fixed, the lawn being seeded, the roof on the building to be fixed, the mower's choke to be fixed, the mulch..etc etc. The list could go on and on. I'm going to hurt him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my cat was dead yesterday. I've had her for 16 or so years...so it wouldn't have surprised me. She had burrowed under T's covers on her bed and at first I couldn't find her but when I did realize where she was, I poked at her a few times. Nothing. I poked her again. Nothing. At this point I was getting upset so I just ripped the covers off the bed and she sat up and looked at me like I'd lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should get to work, so much to do so little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7013131971168430115?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7013131971168430115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7013131971168430115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7013131971168430115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7013131971168430115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-thenhump-day-thoughts.html' title='Well then..Hump Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8732926097191624509</id><published>2008-02-19T05:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:43:31.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cube News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Bleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I decided that after yesterday this Cube News was perfect!! It's called Office Pushers! Take a gander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5u9Dz4wFJk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean REALLY? I couldn't care less if your kid needs money to go to some band camp thing in Washington, it has nothing to do with me and have you forgotten how much LESS I make than you? Like I can afford to buy things from everyone just to be nice. And I seriously do NOT want to buy 15 boxes of cookies or oranges just because you didn't make quota. So chill out. If I wanted something, I would get it. Don't come to my cube and try to sway me into buying anything!! Ugh. I swear to you guys, there was an actual check list of people in my department passed around with a booklet to make sure we saw this pie thing that someone wanted us to buy for his kid's band camp. A CHECK LIST!!! And then there are those $1 candy bar people, I mean really? Do I honestly look like I NEED a candy bar? No, I don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So get out of my face with the chocolate. It's hard enough trying to eat right without it pressed up against my face and being told how great a deal it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had 4 people come to me yesterday about stuff like this, isn't that a bit excessive?I thought we had rules that would save people like myself. I have enough things to do aside from trying not to ruffle your feathers because I don't want your flipping candy/oranges/cookies/wrapping paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one out there like this? Hmm...maybe I'm just bitter from having to do it as a kid, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8732926097191624509?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8732926097191624509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8732926097191624509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8732926097191624509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8732926097191624509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/bleh.html' title='Bleh!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2137121522006595629</id><published>2008-02-18T07:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:38:02.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Gurr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before I begin my post for the day I would like to share a few pics from this weekend. I went to the Raven with a few friends to see Permalee. I do not recall if they were good or not if that gives you any indication how my night went. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/NightOut017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah exactly. There are a bunch of other pics but I didn't feel like posting all of them, you'll have to check out my myspace for them. (Yes, I had a DD...that pic of the very obvious drunken look was in my car with me in the passenger seat...no I don't remember that one either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's sad is that I never drink, so it really didn't take me long to get smashed and stay that way. I only drink when I know T or my friend Megan are going to be there. They're the only ones who can keep me in line. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that whenever you are trying to do something nice for someone there is always that one damn person who can make you feel like what you're doing is insignificant? Well in my case there's two. And both happen to be mothers. Yes, please groan with me. I really can't go into detail what I'm talking about at this point. But seriously, if this crap blows up in my face...I will lose it. Especially after all the crap I have had to do, strings I have pulled...etc etc. Either way, if you were included in my mass email I sent out in reference to a certain subject and it offended you. Pardon me, it was not my intention.&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say, this project of mine has really had a great start! And I'm beginning to get  excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully T will be receiving her settlement check soon so we can get the house moved around. And a new tv also sweetens that deal. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2137121522006595629?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2137121522006595629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2137121522006595629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2137121522006595629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2137121522006595629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/gurr.html' title='Gurr!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2345716660639443673</id><published>2008-02-14T05:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:13:06.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Oooohhh Ahhhhh.... *clap clap clap*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I went to bed last night at about 9:30ish, mostly because I was feeling sorry for myself for the upcoming day. Yep today is Valentine's Day. La De Freaking Da. This holiday means NOTHING to someone like myself. I haven't had a Valentine in quite a few years. Although a few years ago my roomy and another friend got me a kitten (Donovan), which was sweet. This morning I woke up feeling sorry for myself as usual, when I heard my phone beeping from missed messages. One was from my boss another was a missed call from my cousin down the street. It had snowed!! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow007-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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;That one pic of our stairs in the front of the house, that's actually ice. And the roads are just a sheet of ice. I was seriously standing out there going "Ohhh Ahh" hence the title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my hatred of Valentine's Day. This year my roomie got me something that has to be my 2nd favorite gift EVER. Donovan of course coming in first. She got me these: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emilyschocolates.com/data/default/images/catalog/large/fortunecookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.emilyschocolates.com/data/default/images/catalog/large/fortunecookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered fortune cookies!! How cool is that? Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a giant Hershey Kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/updates/pics/kiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.x-entertainment.com/updates/pics/kiss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her love for Hershey Chocolates is sort of scary and on the obsessive side. Lol. Then again she is from PA, I guess it's some sort of code she has to live by. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still only 24 degrees outside, so I'm going to waiting until at least sun up. And I totally just sent pictures to our local news channel of our yard. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone be safe and have a happy V.day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2345716660639443673?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2345716660639443673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2345716660639443673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2345716660639443673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2345716660639443673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/oooohhh-ahhhhh-clap-clap-clap.html' title='Oooohhh Ahhhhh.... *clap clap clap*'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2754708554100378695</id><published>2008-02-12T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:48:17.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldhearted or No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday was a typical Monday, my mom had let me know she had gotten me a little something for the holiday I protest every year... Valentine's Day. As we were in the middle of emailing one another trying to decide when to have lunch (We try to do that every few weeks) and suddenly she sent me an email telling me that she had just found out her aunt had died Sunday. Can you see where this is going yet? I gave my sympathy but I really wasn't sure what else to say. I didn't really know her. I know I'm supposed to feel bad about it, but really I'm not. I'm more upset for my grandfather with this being his first sibling passing. He had a close call with his twin who has cancer...which is in remission. And my mom is fairly upset, but she is sort of like I am. I told Mim about it yesterday and asked if I was seriously that coldhearted. I know I can be, but this is completely unintentional. Opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2754708554100378695?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2754708554100378695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2754708554100378695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2754708554100378695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2754708554100378695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/coldhearted-or-no.html' title='Coldhearted or No?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7868767302087215515</id><published>2008-02-11T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:25:39.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Improvements'/><title type='text'>Erm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So as I was trying to relax last night after a fun filled weekend of home repairs. (Please note the sarcasm) I was channel surfing, and I came across TCM (turner classic movies) and do you know what was playing...on TCM? Nightmare before Christmas!! I was excited at first then suddenly I realized, Nightmare before Christmas is on TCM? Since when is that movie considered a classic? So I hit the info button and I see that the movie was made in 1993. Have you ever had that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach? Yeah, exactly how I felt about that moment in time. It has nearly been 15 years since that movie came out. Holy cow. I bet you cringed when you read that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday we decided it was time to try out Tara's new yard toy the almighty leaf blower. Apparently this thing can either blow or suck up the leaves and mulch them. It was awesome!! It took about 2 hours but we got the front yard done. And we realized something as we were working (I was too short to hold the stupid thing so I had to get the sticks out of the piles) there was a clean straight line of leaves between our yard and our neighbor's yard...that &lt;strong&gt;S.O.B.&lt;/strong&gt; had been blowing his leaves into our yard!!!!! I wanted to behead him. Apparently he thought we wouldn't notice. Tara, always the level headed one, said we couldn't prove it and even if we could what could we do about it. Bleh, in the end he did end up getting our mulched up leaves. He actually wanted them for his rental property on the other side of us. So, not only did he get the leaves he also got the sticks too. Moral to this story? There isn't one. Just that I am evil in my own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Was the day to caulk. The wind was blowing so hard our house was whistling. Not cool. Completely explaining why our gas bill this month was right at $200. Uh yeah, I nearly cried. So as Tara caulked in the kitchen and back porch area, I was on my hands and knees scrubing the  floor. I woke up this morning and wanted to die. I'm sure she will feel it when she gets up later today. She had to work part of 2nd and most of 3rd shift last night, so I'm being nice and not waking her up. Although she still has the back yard to suck up the leaves and mulch them. And the bathroom still needs to be caulked before we can paint. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7868767302087215515?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7868767302087215515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7868767302087215515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7868767302087215515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7868767302087215515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/erm.html' title='Erm..'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1563252036761510372</id><published>2008-02-08T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:05:57.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I actually had a completely different post in mind today, but I received an email this morning from my Aunt in New Mexico. And it flipped my train of thought. It was pictures from 9/11 and it startled me. Most definitely not something I wanted to regress to so early in the morning. The message in the email was interesting as well. It was telling stories (whether they're true or not, I'm not sure...but the point was brought home) on why certain people survived the attacks. One guy was late because his son had just started school, another guy had to stop for donuts because it was his turn to get them, another guy had gotten a blister from a new pair of shoes...etc. The end of the slideshow said something that I've been told many times before. But some how I have gotten so wrapped up in myself, I've forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;"So, Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me...I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this moment."&lt;br /&gt;How true is that? Or have you really never thought about it? How many times have you been delayed by something so annoying as forgetting to turn off the coffee pot and having to go back in, or stepping in gum and having to take those few moments to get the nasty crap off your shoe. And then get into your car, and drive a couple minutes down the road only to see a fatal car accident that happened just moments before? That could have been you. And no matter how annoyed and late you become from these slight delays, there are always reasons. I remember very vivdly the first time that happened to me, though I'd rather not share it. Let's just say, I shouldn't be here. But apparently I haven't completed his plan for me, and there is still more good I can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met my roomy's new boss. I had to give her a ride home because her brakes were out. And she started telling him about the work I had done for their company, and the look of appreciation clouded his face and he shook my hand and thanked me for being so understanding. I've never wanted praise for what I've done. Just as long as I was helping someone, that's all that matter to me. It made me blush actually, I've never thought what I did was extraordinary...but maybe I was wrong. It does take a patient person to deal with the type of residents that I worked with during the time I was interning there. But I loved doing it, it wasn't a job to me. And as much as I miss it, I know I could never do it again. He asked me to come back, but I've grown too soft hearted now. A few years ago, completely different story. And although I'm still cold hearted towards many subjects (i.e. Death, mental illness) having to explain what is going on with the family is always the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point of this blog is to remind you, no matter how hard the times may hit never forget you're not alone. And if you're the one on the other side helping the person remember this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real integrity is doing the right thing, knowing  that nobody's going to know whether you did it or not." Oprah Winfrey   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1563252036761510372?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1563252036761510372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1563252036761510372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1563252036761510372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1563252036761510372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2184313770222147436</id><published>2008-02-06T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:07:48.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>Are you ready for November?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you're questioning the title, apparently you've never voted before. Yesterday was Super Tuesday (and Fat Tuesday too). As I was watching the news this morning, the republican in me freaked. Yes, I do realize most of my views are too radical to be considered a republican. But I am what I like to call an "Independent Republican". Anyway, as I was watching the news...my gut kept telling me to pack up and move to Canada. Has anyone really looked or heard our choices for both sides of the fence? Yeah exactly. I haven't either. And I almost forgot to register!! Here's the website to get the information to print and send in for registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncdhhs.gov/dss/dcdl/famsupchildwelfare/fscw-26-2003att3.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.ncdhhs.gov/dss/dcdl/famsupchildwelfare/fscw-26-2003att3.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to do it!! Your vote does count. We control our own futures, listen to each person carefully...it's easier to get through the bs to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Voting!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2184313770222147436?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2184313770222147436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2184313770222147436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2184313770222147436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2184313770222147436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready-for-november.html' title='Are you ready for November?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7348956125126820897</id><published>2008-02-05T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:11:02.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems like my entire mind frame has become complete muck. I'm having the worse time focusing on one thing, and it's completely out of character for me. So please excuse the spastic nature of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a commerical this morning for something called "Castle Carnevale"( &lt;a href="http://castlemcculloch.com/"&gt;http://castlemcculloch.com/&lt;/a&gt;) it looked so neat! You get to dress up in middle age clothing and basically party at a "Castle". I went to the site for the event and the first picture you see is this one: &lt;a href="http://www.castlemcculloch.com/images/evnts/carnevale2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.castlemcculloch.com/images/evnts/carnevale2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course excited me. I absolutely love the clothing and feel of that time period and anytime I'm able to go to a festival or something of that nature I try to do so. I love masquerade masks and such. And I know I didn't have this blog when I dressed up for Halloween a couple of years ago as Christine from Phantom of the Opera just to be able to make a mask. (Which is now in my shadow box) Something about the mysterious nature of masquerade balls and parties are so appealing to me. It's also very comforting in the same sense. What? That doesn't make sense to you? Well, let me explain. You have always heard the expression of hiding your true self behind virtual masks everyday. In this setting the point &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; to be someone else for the night. No one will know you, so you can let your inhibitions go and not worry the consequence. (No...this is NOT meant in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sexual way, get the thought out of your head...now!) But for someone like me, who is very reserved it gives the chance to let my hair down so to speak. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I have a friend who actually makes garbs for a living, I am thinking about contacting her for a price on borrowing a couple from her. She makes beautiful period clothing, and if I were able to access myspace at work I would share the link, I may update after I get home tonight to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully my mom and stepdad will be back in town soon. I don't mind taking care of the animals while they're gone, but the gas is killing me. And quite a few people are work were given tickets to tomorrow nights Duke vs Carolina game...and I was not one of them. Irks the bloody hell out of me. I'm a huge Carolina fan and my stepdad is a huge Duke fan. It would have been fun to take him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day,&lt;br /&gt;K &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7348956125126820897?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7348956125126820897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7348956125126820897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7348956125126820897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7348956125126820897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/scatterbrained.html' title='Scatterbrained'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8594361312157549215</id><published>2008-02-01T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:47:39.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm so excited that the weekend is here. Last night my room mate bought something that we have been wanting ever since we moved into the house last June. Ready?? A leave blower. Yeah, it's a sad day when you get excited about having a leaf blower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/New001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/New001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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;She also bought her dogs a new doggy bed. And they were more than willing to try it out for me to take a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/New002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/New002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You'll have to excuse the messy nature of their doggy bedroom, that's one of our four projects we have planned for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Plan #1- Clean the back room (aka the doggy bedroom). This includes: boxing up old books, moving one of the book cases into my room, moving all the other crap either into the garage or taking it to charity.&lt;br /&gt;Plan #2- Begin the bathroom. This includes: doing a major scrub down, buying paint (and obviously painting), recaulking, going to the 'Re' Store to see if there is some sort of cabinet the fit into the sink (hard to explain right now...ask me and I'll tell you what I mean). I think we have pretty much decided what type of feel we are going for in there.&lt;br /&gt;Plan #3- Yard clean up-Phase 1. This includes: Blowing the leaves AWAY from our yard, cleaning up dog leavings from back yard, deciding on how we are going to do the back yard for the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Plan #4- Semi-Spring Cleaning. This includes: putting crap in the attic from back room and else where, cleaning both rooms spotless, and figuring out how the heck to reorganize Tara's room to give her more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a packed full weekend. It looks like a lot but it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great and safe weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8594361312157549215?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8594361312157549215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8594361312157549215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8594361312157549215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8594361312157549215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5345717087442896521</id><published>2008-01-31T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:39:54.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>Let's change it up a bit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I decided to freshen up my blog a little and do something different...a survey! The challenge is for you to copy it and do it on your blog. Ready? Set? Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Are you an Aunt/Uncle? -Yes, I have one nephew&lt;br /&gt;* Can you do a cartwheel? -Ha no.&lt;br /&gt;* What was the last movie you saw in theaters?-Beowulf&lt;br /&gt;* Do you eat vegetables regularly?-Everyday&lt;br /&gt;* If you were going to get a piercing, where would you get it?-I guess my more in my cartilage.&lt;br /&gt;*Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? - Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;* What is the weather like right at this very moment?- Cold and extremely windy&lt;br /&gt;* What is something that you can't wait for?- Tomorrow...it's payday :-D&lt;br /&gt;* How many times have you been to Canada?- Once&lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever had a reptile as a pet? - Not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;*What is your favorite fruit? - I like them all&lt;br /&gt;* What song is on your MySpace profile right now? - I think it's Sugarland-Settlin'&lt;br /&gt;* Who was your last missed call on your cell phone? - My mom&lt;br /&gt;* Where are you most ticklish?- I'll never telllll, no seriously, I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;*How many hours a week do you normally work?- Depends on the work load.&lt;br /&gt;* Out of every one of your friends, who is the most like you?- Megan&lt;br /&gt;* Do you have deep dark secrets?- Don't we all have secrets? None of mine are dark though.&lt;br /&gt;*When was the last time you were sick? - Earlier in the week.&lt;br /&gt;* What color is your car? Blue, when it's clean at least it is.&lt;br /&gt;* When's the last time you had a deep conversation?- I had one with my mom not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever gotten caught sneaking out ?- Never needed to sneak out.&lt;br /&gt;* What makes you the happiest?- God, Friends &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;*Where do you want to be right now?- Anywhere but at work that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever finished a Rubik's Cube?- A few times, but I was much younger and my brain wasn't muddled by grown up crap.&lt;br /&gt;* When was the last time you rode a bike?- A while.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you have any vacation plans for this summer?- I want to go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;* Where were you 1 hour ago ?-Home freaking out because I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you kiss a lot of people?-Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;* Are you wearing socks right now?-Yes! They're cute too. Blue stars...T bought them for me.&lt;br /&gt;*When was the last time you went out of state?-Last year.&lt;br /&gt;* Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?-No, but I've bought some.&lt;br /&gt;* What was the last thing you had to drink?-Hm, I think Friday at Mim's. She knew I needed help unwinding I think. Too bad we both nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;* Describe what you are wearing in detail:-Why? Are you stalking me?&lt;br /&gt;*What was your last purchase?- A pumice stone...hush, mine broke.&lt;br /&gt;* Last thing you ate?- CrazyFire last night with Tara&lt;br /&gt;*Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? - Tara bought me socks and a shirt :-D&lt;br /&gt;*Three words to explain why you last threw up?- Wasn't My Choice&lt;br /&gt;* What is the equation for the Pythagorean theorem? -A2 + B2=C2&lt;br /&gt;* What was the last movie you watched?- Either Open Season or Hoodwinked.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you think Barbie is a negative role model for young girls?- Only if she hasn't had reinforcing thoughts growing up, it's up to the mother to tell the girl she's beautiful no matter how she looks.&lt;br /&gt;*What kind of car does your father drive? Uh...I don't know? My Step-Dad drives a HUGE truck though.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you like scrabble?- I suck at that game.&lt;br /&gt;*Where did/do you attend high school?- Graham High&lt;br /&gt;* Favorite scent?- Clean, Cinnamon, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;* Do you like mornings?:- I prefer them.&lt;br /&gt;* Last television program you watched?- The 6 am News&lt;br /&gt;* Spell your name with no vowels:-Km&lt;br /&gt;*Does your neighbor have an animal that annoys you?- No, I love chester and whatever the other one is named...you don't see him much.&lt;br /&gt;* Something you can't live without? -Oxygen and Water?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you wear flip flops constantly:- Lol, yeah it's sort of sad.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you know cody delisle?- No.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you have air conditioning in your room?- Uhm, yes?&lt;br /&gt;* Where were you when 9/11 happened?- Teaching Autistic children with Megan, we thought it was a sick joke on the radio. And then I cried hoping and praying my aunt wasn't at work that day. She wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;* How often do you read books?-Not nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;* Do you like James Blunt?- He has too much of a winey voice for me.&lt;br /&gt;* Ever been friends with sluts?-Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;* Describe the computer you are currently using:- Work=Crap&lt;br /&gt;* How long does it take you to get ready to go out?- Depends on the destination&lt;br /&gt;* Will you donate your organs after you pass?- If they are able to use them, yes.&lt;br /&gt;* Have you been outside of the USA?:- Canada counts right?&lt;br /&gt;* Would you ever get your nipples pierced? - That would be a no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5345717087442896521?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5345717087442896521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5345717087442896521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5345717087442896521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5345717087442896521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-change-it-up-bit.html' title='Let&apos;s change it up a bit!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7053150958700454721</id><published>2008-01-30T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:27:07.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No me gusta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, I finally feel well enough to return to work. I'm not completely better, but I really do believe I had food poisoning. I am still having waves of nausea ever so often, mostly when I think about food or seeing someone prepare food. So I have to be very careful what I try to eat. Between Sunday to Tuesday I had a total of 5 crackers. I regretted  every time I ate them too, trust me you don't want details. It just wasn't worth it. But Tara kept pumping me (if you consider sipping little amounts at a time pumping) full of water, ginger ale, and some other water juice thing...I don't remember what it was. Thanks for your thoughts :-) I can only imagine the situation I'm going to come into at work today. So I going there super early. I don't want to use all of my sick time anyway.  Have a great day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PS I ate at Taco Bell on Church Street right before I got sick...beware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7053150958700454721?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7053150958700454721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7053150958700454721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7053150958700454721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7053150958700454721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-me-gusta.html' title='No me gusta...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4246536369460063083</id><published>2008-01-28T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:35:49.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick again'/><title type='text'>Never...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My mother is never allowed to leave this city ever again. Every time she goes on a trip with my step-father I end up sick some how. Right now...we are trying to determine if I had/have a mild case of food poisoning or just a really bad stomach bug. I'm going with the latter. If I'm not better by tonight or tomorrow, my room mate is forcing me to go to the doctor or hospital...depending the time of day. This is absolutely the worst thing I've ever freaking had. I have moments where I think I'm again then suddenly I'm begging her to kill me. And I would like to make the declaration I have the best room mate in the entire world. She went to my mom's house to feed her dogs for me so I wouldn't have to try to leave the house and potentially embarrass myself. Ok I'm going to go lay back down...hope you all are having an at least ok day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4246536369460063083?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4246536369460063083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4246536369460063083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4246536369460063083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4246536369460063083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/neveragain.html' title='Never...again.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2162502319992566868</id><published>2008-01-25T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:28:29.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A new life anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know about anyone else, but I relate my life to music. Everything that has ever had a huge impact on me has a theme song. Examples? Ok I have a few.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation- Good Riddance&lt;br /&gt;My room mate's near death experience- A Gaelic song she will sing ever so often&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Megan and my Mom- Drops of Jupiter (I swear everytime we are thinking of one another the song comes on)&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother's Death- Arms of an Angel&lt;br /&gt;Mim- Over the Rainbow...but the Katherine McPhee version...even though Mim does it better than her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point, but I have decided what my theme for my life should be right now...and although I'm not as big of a country fan as I once was. There are still groups that I love. Sugarland being my main one.&lt;br /&gt;I declare the anthem of this moment of my life: "Settlin'" by Sugarland. Below is the video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERZG8a6lIbw&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the words:&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sugarland/settlin.html"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sugarland/settlin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2162502319992566868?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2162502319992566868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2162502319992566868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2162502319992566868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2162502319992566868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-life-anthem.html' title='A new life anthem'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-605342053615666164</id><published>2008-01-23T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:56:27.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I forgot to write a post about the dream I had last night. It was very strange and I want to know what your thoughts were about it. I'm going to look it up in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream started out that I had met this guy somewhere and we were walking down a residential street, he pointed to my right to a house. His sister lived in a house directly across the street from him. As we were walking into his house, I remember seeing paintings going up a staircase (literally on the stairs), we walked up to the second floor and  into his room he was looking in his closet for something to wear. I turned around and suddenly I was at one of my old work places (often referred to as the Warehouse), but it had been turned into a bar. Sitting on a stool beside of me was my old boss and she was holding a picture of her father and with a rug. Then she said to me "they killed him to steal his rug", as soon as the words left her mouth I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to find the guy whose house I was at before. And he put a cigarette out in the ashtray beside of me and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I focused on the shape of the crumbled cigarette butt, and it felt like I knew this guy before and now we were reconnecting on a different level some how. I didn't see his face just dark hair and dark eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Yes. But I have a feeling it meant something, I just can't put my finger on it. Why would someone say they killed someone for a rug? Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-605342053615666164?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/605342053615666164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=605342053615666164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/605342053615666164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/605342053615666164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7554218101521942197</id><published>2008-01-23T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:09:00.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all, I would like to say how shocked and sadden I am about the sudden death of Heath Ledger. He isn't exactly an 'A List' actor, but he was definitely one of my favorites. The diversity of the roles he was able to do was unbelievable, and because of that I respected him. What saddens me even more is that this was either a drug overdose or suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next thought: Is life ever really so bad you have to turn to something so hasty and irresponsible? Now before I get attacked for saying that, take in consideration what I am saying. And this is completely my own opinion, but why not reach out for help? Even if it was on the slight chance an overdose. And viewing some of the factors this is looking less and less likely. There are so many avenues of help these days things like this shouldn't happen. No matter how deep you are, someone can and is willing to help you. But you have to bring yourself to the help, no one will know unless you tell them.&lt;br /&gt;Some help lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drugabusehelp.com/"&gt;http://www.drugabusehelp.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/"&gt;http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowtoronto.com/minisites/tiff/2005/starwatch/sw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nowtoronto.com/minisites/tiff/2005/starwatch/sw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RIP Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.classiccandycovers.com/images/product_thumbs/Presents%20-%20purple%20border.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Changing the subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;**The printing went great! And they are almost ready to go out in the mail, which is awesome considering usually we never were able to print until late in the week before we had to have them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Anyone else surprised by how much winter weather we've had so far this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** It's official...I'm addicted to Webkinz, I find myself trying to work my day around when I need to do what to my pet or my pet's stuff. Ridiculous.  &lt;a href="http://www.pipersspace.com/images/webkinz_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pipersspace.com/images/webkinz_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;** I want more pets...I used my entire lunch hour yesterday look for the ones I want. And I will be going to BrainTrain today at lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I had to get a new headlight yesterday but the plus side is I also got a dome light so I can see when I am getting in and out of the car in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Just realized I need to clean my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Still waiting on my W-2 from B&amp;amp;BW, I have a feeling I'm not going to get it until Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I am hoping they catch that Marine who killed the woman and child. And even though I'm not for capital punishment...he is a great example why we still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're saying there is still ice out so be careful travelling to work today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-7554218101521942197?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7554218101521942197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7554218101521942197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7554218101521942197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7554218101521942197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesdays-thoughts.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Thoughts.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8696601958756076638</id><published>2008-01-21T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:15:42.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webkinz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company Party'/><title type='text'>Monday's blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today is print day, and I'm not looking forward to it. Even though everything went wonderfully with my trail run last week. I swear one of these years I'm going to have an anxiety attack. Anyway, everyone please keep your fingers crossed for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my company party was last Friday. It was fun, but Tara made me stay the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; time. I don't like the people I work with that much and I'm definitely not that social of a person. Lol. Tara ended up being a lot of single women's escorts, it was hilarious. Here are some snapshots from the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Roommate/Escort/Keeper of my drunk butt in line and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They were dancing to music that wasn't dance music. And a very good example of that guy's email last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/CompanyParty013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My boss and my roommate dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was a great time, the music was too loud so I ended up with a headache for half the night. And that's how I know I'm getting too old to stay out that late with people from my work place, I was thinking of ways to shut them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;It snowed!!! No really! No ice was in with it, just snow! That never happens in North Carolina. I decided to take pics of it before I went to the awesome sale going on at JCPenney's with my cousin and her daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Snow005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was too wet to actually play in but it was still nice to look at, and it snowed for hours. For the remainder of the day I sat on my couch with a nice beverage and watched it. But then my cousin had finally convinced me to get my webkinz registered on the website. Which is interesting and extremely addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up extremely early to find my roommate wasn't home yet. Apparently someone had used the nonexistent icy roads to call out on 3rd. So she had to work a double. Which confused me considering that building is no longer her responsibility. But she never listens to me anyway so I kept my comments to myself. I ended up on my hands and knees polishing and cleaning the floors (I have wood floors btw). They needed really bad. Why I went ahead and did it is beyond me, they're just going to be dirty again today. I sort of miss carpet, I said sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get ready for work and let me car warm up, since it is only 17 degrees out (Holy Crap!!)&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If something goes wrong with the printing...there will be an update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8696601958756076638?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8696601958756076638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8696601958756076638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8696601958756076638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8696601958756076638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/mondays-blah.html' title='Monday&apos;s blah.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1758213938397385745</id><published>2008-01-18T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:36:21.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company Party'/><title type='text'>"Don't forget to buy your drinks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Good Morning all you wonderful people! Why am I so cheery, you may ask. Well that would be because of four reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today is Payday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Today is also the Company Party aka the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; party(...still pisses me off I can't call it that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It being the company party means I can drink and eat, for free! And have a chance of winning money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and the fact that I am making Tara come with me means I can drink!! And I have a driver! Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forwarded an email earlier this week to Mim, it was stating the ground rules for the party. Which were hilarious, because apparently we have a few 'drinkers' that work for the company. At the bottom of the email it reads:&lt;br /&gt;"Remember to keep two things in mind:&lt;br /&gt;Ø       Monday morning you will see most of the attendees again, including your boss, so drink responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;Ø       Do not Bring Your Own Booze to the party or parking lot. This is verboten. If you or your guest brings alcohol onto ACC premises, you will both be asked to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Need I say more? I swore we were all adults. After the open bar has closed we now have to purchase drink tickets. Which I would think might be sort of embarrassing to some, who really wants people to know how much they've had to drink? And the prices are crazy:&lt;br /&gt;Beer-$3&lt;br /&gt;Wine/Mixed- $4-6&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a bonus...but I did have to buy my own drinks! Wohoo what a great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, should be a good time either way. I'll be sure to take pictures to post on here and my myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun and safe Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-1758213938397385745?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1758213938397385745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1758213938397385745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1758213938397385745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1758213938397385745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-forget-to-buy-your-drinks.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t forget to buy your drinks&quot;'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3739119342053195750</id><published>2008-01-17T06:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:13:47.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay for snow! Even though now it's starting to turn into freezing rain, which is normal for Nc. I am waiting to go into work until sun up. I would normally be there by now. I can't believe how many schools are actually closed instead of delayed, so that worries me a little for those who have to drive extremely far to work. I texted my boss earlier and begged her to wait (She lives in the boonies of G'boro). But I brought some work home yesterday just in case I need to wait like I am. Here are a couple of shots of outside of the house...not many because it was too freaking cold out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Etc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Etc002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Etc001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That looks like snow but it isn't. Lol. Everyone stay safe going to work today. I'm off to get my stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3739119342053195750?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3739119342053195750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3739119342053195750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3739119342053195750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3739119342053195750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-6965822688044089138</id><published>2008-01-16T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:56:46.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creey'/><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So despite my hate for American Idol (this is only since Chris Daughtry's being voted off which was COMPLETELY not right...anyway), I found myself watching it intently last night. Its sad to think that I get my kicks from watching people who genuinely believe they have talent having their dreams killed on national television. But I do, sue me. There were a few performances that are stuck in my mind that just left me shaking my head. One was the Alexis girl (I refer to her as "Glitter Woman") she was my age, but looked like she was in her mid 50's. And of course the Star Wars girl, I can't remember her actual name...but wow. She reminded me of a person that I had been very good friends with a long time ago. But I have to say, out of all the hopefuls or rejects I should call them, the one that stands out the most in my mind is the Stalker guy. He seriously creeped me out! And there is one part of his "performance" that had me suddenly bubbling with laughter. It reminded me of a skit done on MadTv with Michael McDonald, he was on the Lillian Verner Game Show dressed as this large red furry thing. And the look this guy gives Paula a few seconds before he began to belt out his very own song he had written especially for her, is the exact same look Michael had with his character. Here's the clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omfx3pVuzDk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omfx3pVuzDk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Did you see it?! It was right after he said "Hello...*dramatic pause* Paula". Was anyone else creeped out or just me? Anyway, I guess I will watch the Texas tryouts tonight...in spite of myself. Damn reality tv. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone think winter weather for tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-6965822688044089138?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/6965822688044089138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=6965822688044089138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6965822688044089138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6965822688044089138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5469192318371159348</id><published>2008-01-15T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:59:33.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So these next two weeks shall be considered as "hell". The "hell" part of it all depends on tomorrow's trail run for reporting. Sucks. We have to start back at square one...again. Hopefully everything will run smoothly and I won't have to write a rant blog about how much my program can bite me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to start weight watchers again to help me in my quest. Mostly because right now I can't afford a membership at the gym I want to go to. So walking at lunch 3 days a week (at least) and starting the program again should help. And what kills me is my laziness in cooking, well and the fact that all the stuff that is good for you is like $10 more than the other stuff. Which makes no sense whatsofreakingever. If it's better for us, make it flipping cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dyed her hair back to its natural color. Which sounds normal to most of you out there, however it was a major shock to me. Not that it looks bad, in fact it looks awesome! I've never seen her with our natural color. Ever. In the past 23 years on this earth she's always been blonde. And though my hair is naturally very light brown (ok I lied I was born with extremely dark blonde hair), her hair is actually very dark. So yes, shocked is not the word. She looked like my grandmother too, and I was able to finally see why everyone says we really look alike. And that is freaky. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had lunch with my dad. Just me and my dad. It was awkward at times but nice to actually talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok going to get back to work :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-5469192318371159348?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5469192318371159348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5469192318371159348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5469192318371159348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5469192318371159348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-9216353512338824361</id><published>2008-01-12T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:49:39.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>What's this? A Saturday post?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hiya folks. I figured since I hadn't written in a few days I'd do the unbelievable and write a post on Saturday to give the review of the book I finished on Thursday. I actually didn't start reading the book until Wednesday.  (I read extremely fast btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, this book was quite dark and at times slightly disturbing. But it was hard to put it down once I actually got into the storyline. At first I had the same problem I did with 'Wicked', trying to step outside of the story I knew already to understand what he was writing.  Many things were the same, there were two stepsisters and the evil step-mother was, in fact, evil. But other than that the book takes you on a dark and twisted but fun ride. It was very entertaining and addictive. I definitely recommend it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: 'Son of a Witch'...yay! Of course this is after I clean. Also Tara bought the anniversary edition of Labyrinth! So hopefully we'll be able to watch that tonight after the cleaning is finished. We're doing the winter version of spring cleaning. I'm sick of the house being like this. So we're going to fix it. :-D and then I'm going to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-9216353512338824361?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/9216353512338824361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=9216353512338824361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9216353512338824361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9216353512338824361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-this-saturday-post.html' title='What&apos;s this? A Saturday post?!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8055976202734520821</id><published>2008-01-08T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:41:56.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Oohhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I decided to take some advice that I was given earlier...and I bought a new book. Ready? So who has read the wonderful book 'Wicked' by Gregory Maguire? Well he has came out with two other books that I didn't know about (!!!), the one I picked up is "Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister" Seen below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.amysisson.com/confessions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am so excited to read this. I adored 'Wicked', and he has such a great way of writing. The other book he has out is 'Mirror Mirror' (obviously about Snow White's story)...screen shot of that book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.library.tufts.edu/Friends/images/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which will totally be on my list to buy next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll give you guys a review for 'Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister'...yay! And if anyone wants to buy me something for no reason whatsoever...'Wicked' is always welcome. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Now off I go to clean my house and have a glass of wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8055976202734520821?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8055976202734520821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8055976202734520821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8055976202734520821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8055976202734520821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/oohhh.html' title='Oohhh....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7966197722432163883</id><published>2008-01-08T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:07:48.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Cadence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Oh look...it's Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here are a few more pics of Cadence really quick: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I swear this child sleeps through anything! And she has the longest fingers I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She refused to let her little sister go, no one else was allowed to hold her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And she wanted to watch Noggin with her baby sister and Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And they are definitely going home today. Which is wonderful, I just hope people will leave them alone long enough for them to adjust to Cadence being in the house. They need family time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the post for the day...&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few things to say about my job right now...and it's that it is driving me insane. Why some people are able to carry on their bloodline is beyond me. But the government still has not made the test that people should take before being able to have children yet so these people can, in fact, have kids to carry on their stupidity. And I would just like to say that scares me for our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously teetering on the edge of being depressed recently. I don't know why, so I am not able to explain it to you. It does have to do with many principles in my life, not just a set reason. It seems that all these things are building up and I'm starting to crack under the pressure. It's evident in my work ethic, my house work, and my relationships with my friends, family and otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost all interest in work, I used to care how well I did my job and making sure that I came out on top...now it's meaningless. It's like something is missing in my life and happiness is not achievable. The house is a mess, because I just can't stay focused on cleaning. I get so angry because I'm doing it by myself all the time. My friends and family try to keep me in the loop of things but the harder they try, I feel myself trying even harder to withdraw. It's not that I don't want to be part and it's not that I don't want to see them or spend time with them, I just can't. I've always been a loner. And I guess my subconscious is trying to get me back to that, even if I don't want to be alone anymore. It's always been about how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can do this and how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can achieve that. Never a we, us or together we can. And that, quite frankly, is a bullshit way of thinking. I always thought happiness was winning in everything you do, but now I feel that I'm wrong. And maybe failure shouldn't be my greatest fear...maybe my greatest fear should be not ever knowing true happiness. All these years I've been thinking I couldn't fail at what I did, because happiness was found in the rewards. Now I find myself questioning where my happiness is. I'm on top...so why am I not happy? Don't get me wrong, I'm content with my life right now. But I do honestly wonder if my chance at true happiness has already escaped me. If when I was so focused on not failing at everything else, the chance slipped through my fingers without my even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have loads of work to do after being out sick last week.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7966197722432163883?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7966197722432163883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7966197722432163883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7966197722432163883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7966197722432163883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-lookits-tuesday.html' title='Oh look...it&apos;s Tuesday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-9109015309667940579</id><published>2008-01-07T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T05:46:02.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Cadence'/><title type='text'>She's Finally Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cadence has finally arrived! She was born yesterday (1/6/08) at about 1:45ish and was 7 lbs 1 oz and 21" long. And she is absolutely precious. There were so many people waiting to see her after April, Dana and I left that we decided it would be better to just come back today. Here are the few shots that I did take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dad was a little unsure of how to do it, but he got along fine. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Big Sister meeting her baby sister for the first time and when she was asked if her sister was pretty she nodded and said "Hers bewtiful". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Baby005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll post more pictures tomorrow after I see them again today. I know there weren't any close up. But give me a break she had JUST been born, I didn't want the flash to scare her. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am much better!! I didn't touch her yesterday just in case I was still carrying the bug I had. I did take pictures of Megan also, but I can't do that to her...she was looking a bit rough (for obvious reasons). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a wonderful day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-9109015309667940579?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/9109015309667940579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=9109015309667940579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9109015309667940579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9109015309667940579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-finally-here.html' title='She&apos;s Finally Here!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1913350284951074056</id><published>2008-01-03T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:23:14.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my misery...cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I had many intentions on trying to make it to work today. But that just didn't happen. I took my temperature at 5ish this morning and it was still sitting at 100+ so for the safety of myself and my co-workers, I decided to stay home. Even better our cable is out...so I'm watching old movies and passing out into an almost comatose state. I'm going back to sleep now...everyone have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1913350284951074056?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1913350284951074056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1913350284951074056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1913350284951074056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1913350284951074056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-of-my-miserycont.html' title='Out of my misery...cont.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1957690895514541670</id><published>2008-01-03T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T03:54:12.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still Sick'/><title type='text'>....Please take me out of my misery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's 3:30 in the morning, I can't sleep. And I'm seriously wanting to die. My temperature has stayed at a steady 100 degrees, I have figured out Tylenol only breaks fevers for about an hour. Which sucks. My throat hurts, my body hurts, my head hurts, even my eye lashes hurt. I didn't realize that was possible. But apparently it is.  I'm hot then I'm freezing, I'm sick to my stomach then again I'm not...it doesn't make any sense. Sometimes I'm ok, other times I'm having waves of nausea or literally being sick. This is the worst bug/sickness/cold thing I've ever had. And my body is struggling against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another upside is that my parents are finally back from CA so at least today I can sleep throughout without having to worry about the animals. And they remembered to bring me the Oklahoma University hoodie, I've been begging for the past three years. Hopefully, I will at least feel a little better tomorrow. I have to go to work, this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help....&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1957690895514541670?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1957690895514541670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1957690895514541670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1957690895514541670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1957690895514541670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-take-me-out-of-my-misery.html' title='....Please take me out of my misery...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2099000153320482870</id><published>2008-01-02T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:29:27.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Ugh...already sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok...it's only the 2nd day of the year and I'm already sick as a dog. I was up all last night. It was horrible. I'm afraid to go to work, just because I don't want to pass this along if it's a bug. This is the WORST month for me to be sick. It's the busiest time of year for me, I have to prepare all of these tax things for work. I am seriously freaking out. I rarely call out, so when I feel like I need to...I'm sick. Unfortunately my car broke down Friday and cost approx. $300. I'm broke, so no doctor visit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side we finally have a rug in the living room...and if I didn't feel like hell ran over me, I would take a picture. Tara's passed out on the couch because she was nice enough to give up her bed to me last night, it's the warmest room in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going back to bed...hopefully I'll actually sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2099000153320482870?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2099000153320482870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2099000153320482870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2099000153320482870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2099000153320482870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2008/01/ughalready-sick.html' title='Ugh...already sick'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5008254522204511486</id><published>2007-12-31T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:15:16.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trueyogainc.com/uploaded_images/CEE_056-737910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.trueyogainc.com/uploaded_images/CEE_056-737910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can you believe the year over? It seems like it just flew by. So many changes have taken place, it sort of blows my mind. I've made new friends and had new family come into the world but unfortunately lost a bit of both along the way as well. The changes that can take place over a year is unbelievable and sometimes humbling. This past year, have been one of my more trying ones. It's sort of amazing to think back and see how if I had been younger many things would have made me crumble under the stress and pain. Regressing is not what I'd prefer to do right now, but with that said...I'm stronger than I've ever been before. It took a while, but my head is above the water and I'm proud of myself, it doesn't matter why...just that I am. You can be told millions of times that you've done a good job, but until you truly feel you have accomplished the best you know can be done it doesn't matter. With that said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind, should auld lang s..." well you know the rest. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be careful if you're going out tonight, get a DD- aka Taxi! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5008254522204511486?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5008254522204511486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5008254522204511486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5008254522204511486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5008254522204511486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4860634741070630548</id><published>2007-12-28T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:57:51.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the end of the longest week EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What a freaking week. And I'm only talking actual days of work, all 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just me, or does anyone else think it didn't feel like Christmas? Which is sad. Maybe it was because I didn't go to a church service? Or maybe because most of my family wasn't able to come in so they came in on Thanksgiving instead. Any reason, it was still good to see the friends/family that were able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise this week seriously sucked. My closing (on the financial end) is today. I'm losing my mind with this crap. People can really be idiots, and I've stated that before...but never before have I meant that with such passion. Why would you screw yourself financially by not providing a piece of paper with a little information on it. It's really simple...and takes about 2 minutes. It gets to the point where I will prepare myself for the rude comments or for the denial of information. And I have to hold myself together long enough to give them a big spill of how we now can hold any and all payments made within the entire year and going forward as well as turning the information over to the IRS...most people suddenly change their tune. Which is hilarious and pisses me off at the same time. It's quite simple really, threaten their income...get results. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in California right now. Which must be great for them, well maybe not for my step dad. Lol. My mom went out on a run with him. And he's probably ready to tear his hair out. But in the wake of their leaving, I've been put in charge of feeding their minions (aka the animals or my siblings if you ask my mother) I swear she treats them better than the rest of us. She has an entire list of things that are to be done BEFORE and AFTER feeding them in her special way. Which changes from week to week depending on the weather or her thought process. It is ridiculous. I'm an animal lover and an animal advocate, do not get me wrong. But there is a line that should not be crossed. They are &lt;u&gt;animals&lt;/u&gt;. I am not going to sit there and encourage a dog to go to the "bathroom" in the woods and nearly follow them out there. Not something I care to see/hear/think about. He isn't a child that needs help being potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ipod thing is really neat. I feel like I was stuck in the stone ages when I say that. But it's amazing the technology that has gone into this little thing. It can hold tons of songs...and it's the size of my Listerine pocketpak! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bid4optics.com/shop/images/new-ipod-shuffle-lg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently my father (biological- yes we actually saw each other on Christmas...scary right?) got one of these at work and decided to regift it to me, which is fine by me. It's small enough I can use it when I'm cleaning the house or working out, which leads me to my next random thought to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tara and I have both decided to get our gym memberships reinstated. I know...I know...I'm always the advocate for loving yourself as you are and changing nothing but for yourself. And this is for myself. The risk of diabetes run strong in my family as well as cancer. So, if I start taking better care of myself now maybe I'll have a fighting chance against having either. And when you feel that you look better, you do. My confidence has fallen too much over the years and I stopped caring for too long. It's time to bring myself back to who I was. :-) I'm still eating cheese damnit. They can kiss it. Lol. It is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; a New Year's resolution. I do not believe in those. It's too commerical, and fabricated. This is soley for my gain (err...loss?), so excuse me for being greedy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mim and her hubby came by last night, which was great. It definitely gave me a pick up. :-) I missed seeing them. Even if I was killing stuff on WoW while they were there. And they got their little gifts we got them. I was more excited about giving her hubby his present then hers...I felt like I cheated her :-( which wasn't the case I suppose. I did at least find her some grapefruit stuff, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should really be working now. Being it's closing and all, and I have to leave early to take my room mate to the doctor. But before I go let me leave you with a bit of music that has been in my head for days now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MwEMdKOqHE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MwEMdKOqHE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-4860634741070630548?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4860634741070630548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4860634741070630548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4860634741070630548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4860634741070630548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-end-of-longest-week-ever.html' title='Finally the end of the longest week EVER!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-9139555823096959597</id><published>2007-12-27T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:08:30.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PASSSSSSEEEEEDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rather disappointing week I've had, I am so glad I got this. I am not going into why I'm disappointed, just know that I am. :-/&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went shopping after work, mostly because...I can. I was starting to get bummed out because I couldn't really find anything that I wanted (you know how it goes, if you have the money...you can't find anything) But I found this dress that is perfect for the holiday party at work. I loved it. Tara said it looked great on me (which is a stretch considering I do not do dresses often) but here's a shot of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Christmas041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And T and I were discussing projects we need to do around the house. First and the most obvious is the bathroom. We have really got to paint, get a new sink, do something about the cabinets etc etc. Then the next project is the building/garage. The termite damage is massive with it. What we are planning to do is tear down that building and put a new one there. And make the new building into a game room. :-D!! As in have a bar, pool table, darts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; (etc) out there. I'd rather have the new building inside the fence, that way the dogs can also use it as a virtual dog house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doggys&lt;/span&gt; living in style, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; This all will of course happen after we fix the living room, we plan on getting rid of the entertainment center and moving the couch around a bit...it will give so much more room. This comes with a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;... and a new entertainment system. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wohoo&lt;/span&gt;!! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I've rambled enough for now. I'll write more later on I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-9139555823096959597?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/9139555823096959597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=9139555823096959597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9139555823096959597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9139555823096959597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/d.html' title=':-D'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7025069240828933092</id><published>2007-12-26T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:00:40.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Christmas Re-cap</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!! I'm in a rush so not much typing will be done...&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slide show of my family(ies)Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=96564833&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=96564833"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=96564833&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=96564833"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a slide show from a new tradition some friends and I started yesterday! Chinese food on Christmas night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=96565139&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=96565139"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=96565139&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=96565139"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7025069240828933092?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7025069240828933092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7025069240828933092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7025069240828933092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7025069240828933092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-christmas-re-cap.html' title='Quick Christmas Re-cap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4328264343368367765</id><published>2007-12-20T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:14:16.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night my roomie and I opened presents to each other. Mostly because she'll be working on Christmas. We didn't do the stockings, so we still have something on Christmas Day. She didn't want to, but I pouted...lol. I was so excited! I couldn't wait until she opened up her "Big" gift. Which was a coffeepot that actually would make coffee instead of spitting coffee grinds and water everywhere in the kitchen! She doesn't know it yet, but she has one other present. ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a slideshow of last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=96047988&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=96047988"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=96047988&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=96047988"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=96047988"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/get_songs.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much love, K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4328264343368367765?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4328264343368367765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4328264343368367765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4328264343368367765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4328264343368367765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3312551605224363940</id><published>2007-12-19T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:00:13.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it's better not to ask why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday was a very sad day. One of my roomie's employees (and a very dear friend of hers) and an ex co-worker of mine, lost her son in an apartment fire in Burlington. Jaden was only 5 years old. It is hard to fathom living through something like this, Sherrie was at work when she received the call that the apartments were on fire. Her husband, Edward Shoffner, has 3rd degree burns over most of his body. I believe it was 70%, but I'd rather not be quoted on that. Mostly because with that percent the survival rate is very low. Usually at 30% they give you a 50/50 chance of living. This is going to be the hardest thing she has ever gone through, please keep her and her family in your thoughts and your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When God calls little children, To dwell with Him above, We mortals sometimes question, The wisdom of His love, For no heartache compares with The death of one small child, Who does so much to make our world, Seem wonderful and mild, Perhaps God tires of calling The aged to his fold, So He picks a rosebud, Before it can grow hold, God knows how much we need them, And so He takes but few, To make the land of Heaven, More beautiful to view, Believing this difficult, Still we must try, The saddest word mankind knows, Will always be "Good-bye"So when a little child departs, We who are left behind, Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We also found out another employee is virtually homeless. She left a very abusive relationship recently, and she and  her 14 yr old son now have an apartment out in Efland. She has walked from Efland to Burlington to work...they have nothing. Thankfully, someone has found it in their heart to give her rides. Not even beds to sleep in. The son sleeps on a mattress on the floor and she sleeps in an old recliner. Saturday we will be collecting new and used things to give them to get them back on their feet. The son is short but very skinny, food, beds, clothes, coats, toys, anything to help them. The collection will be held for the rest of the week. (consider them as your Christmas Cheer family) We will also be collecting money for Sherrie and her family (she has a daughter also) or if we receive doubles for the Cheer family, we will donate it to Sherrie as well. Please tell everyone you know and if you are able to help, please contact myself or my roommate Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love and God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3312551605224363940?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3312551605224363940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3312551605224363940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3312551605224363940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3312551605224363940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-its-better-not-to-ask-why.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s better not to ask why....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4548535637478301699</id><published>2007-12-17T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:21:30.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) You do a lot, not least of which are things for others. Define the perfect day just for you.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, the main reason why I do more things for others than for myself is because it gives me the satisfaction of knowing I've made them happy. Actually, I had an almost perfect day Sunday. To lay around watch tv until later in the afternoon, go around town with someone who makes me smile, then watching movies/people making complete arses of themselves. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We know the who ;) but when/where/why/how did you fall for Gerard Butler?&lt;br /&gt;-Hehe, well actually I love Gerard Butler because of his diversity of the roles he plays. But I have to say him playing the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera (2004), I like the mysterious nature of him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3) If you could live anywhere else in the world, no strings attached, where would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;-Oh definitely Ireland. No question, I love everything about the myths &amp;amp; legends as well as the breath-taking country side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) Best concert you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;-It's a tie between Aerosmith and a two local bands (Flashpoint &amp;amp; 3 Day Funk-Hey look Scott I'm plugging for you Lol-) I loved Aerosmith because ever since I was a child I had heard them (my mother has an obsession) but the awe of having them that close to me completely threw me. And I loved the local bands because of the personal feeling. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5) What was your favorite thing to do when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm, great question. I really wasn't a normal child. Lol, big surprise right? I would play that I was a psychologist and have sessions with my barbies. It was really odd looking back now. My grandmother used to say I was her personal therapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4548535637478301699?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4548535637478301699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4548535637478301699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4548535637478301699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4548535637478301699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-9079969571641495912</id><published>2007-12-17T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:15:09.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all- Holy crap it's cold again. I suppose we all got our wish? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the recap:&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;Was mom's last day at work, so John and I devised a plan to have balloons(and all that great crap) and have dinner. I sat there for about 30 flipping minutes and apparently Mom was so upset about leaving this new lady there, she was freaking out. Which of course caused a disagreement, because John knew I was waiting to surprise Mom. And she didn't. So trust me that caused such a 'relaxed' dinner. After that I went home and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;Megan's baby shower day! I woke up about 2am that morning, and in turned woke Tara's butt up too. And we went to Walmart. Fyi, 3am is a great time to go shopping there. Frantically trying to find crap for the shower. The punch refused to come out right. I tried remaking it 3 times and finally just said screw it. And Brandon being a wonderful little helper grabbed some 2 liters, lol. His grandma is sort of insane, she kept talking about someone who got a pine needle in their eye from the Christmas tree...with all the rest of us scratching our heads. Apparently this person had to go to the hospital had to go to the hospital because of it. Anyway, it went well and Cadence has a lot of crap, Lol. Here's some pics!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate it when people are still cute and 8 months pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;She by the end of it she was beginning to hate pink, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Abby was getting restless and wanted presents too, so I gave her one of her Christmas presents to keep her happy for a while. It was a cash register, and I had the hardest freaking time getting into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; *points below* that would be me cussing under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MegansBabyShower051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it made her happy, and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left about 7ish, and I had to enlist the help of Scott via AIM to keep me awake. Lol. (give me a break, I had been up since 2am!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;I did absolutely NOTHING until right at 1:30 when I finally took the little ornaments over to Scott's. And pretty much stayed with him for the rest of the day. I drug him to Westpoint Stevens (Who doesn't have crap, don't waste your time!) and the poor guy tried to help me find a gift for my dad. Not an easy task considering I hardly know anything he likes. Golf...and eating fish. That's the extend of my knowledge. But I did get him socks? Lol. Somehow I was talked into watching Jackass 2...which was funny when they weren't puking or eating crap. (no, I'm serious). But it was fun. :-) and did you know a shot of cherry vodka will open up your sinuses? ;-) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok off to work I go. Here's some Monday music to get you through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-LaQ1ev4AI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-LaQ1ev4AI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-9079969571641495912?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/9079969571641495912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=9079969571641495912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9079969571641495912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/9079969571641495912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5941665017129750251</id><published>2007-12-14T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:04:25.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So very tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, I'm spent. I didn't realize how high my stress level actually was until I tried to go to sleep last night. I was so tired, but I still couldn't rest. But there's no use in complaining...not like it does any good, right? I'm just thankful this week is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mom's last day at work. She's been working there for nearly 15 years, and she is entirely too stressed about leaving. I went to visit her yesterday after my exam. She gives them too much credit. Her boss (es) are assholes, they treat everyone there like scum. Maybe I'm just protective. But they even treat my step-father as if he is meaningless and not worthy of being in the presence of them (no let me rephrase, one in particular). To make it worse the one that is the bigger snob, has his oldest son working there. He and I practically grew up together (hello...need I reiterate, nearly 15 years) and we've always gotten along, that is until he hit 18, it's like that family is programmed to automatically become stuck-up. I can't stand it. You can have all the money in the world, and still not have love and happiness. And for that my family will have more wealth then those guys could ever imagine.Anyway, I'm proud of my mom staying there as long as she has. She works hard and deserves to finally be able to rest, though if I know my mom she will refuse to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sent a text to Dana a few days ago asking what she was doing tonight, I want to go to greensboro to see 3 Day Funk's show. And she tells me Camy is coming in from ND!! Yay!! I love Camy, she is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. I haven't seen her in a couple of years, since the time Dana and I went to Va Beach to see her. So I'm very excited. Maybe I can talk them into going. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you ever been so tired you can't focus on one subject, just continually jump around? If no, congrats you're seeing into the mind of someone who is doing that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left my mom's work yesterday and went to Flying J for smokes and something to drink, I saw like 5 police cars come barrelling into the parking lot. Apparently someone had tried to steal gas? Since when has that needed 5 cops? Isn't that a little much? It's not like it was a hostage situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how to tell if your house is unlevel? Try putting up a Christmas tree and making it even...I had to use old VHS tapes to even it out. I wish I were kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT! I just remembered I forgot to give Scott those ornaments. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was finally pushed to my breaking point yesterday with Tara. I just lost it. I came in and she hadn't done ANYTHING...I mean nothing. All she has to do chore wise is do the laundry, dishes and take out the freaking trash. I went insane for a few minutes. And I called her freaking out...bad move on my part. I should have waited until I calmed down a bit. But damn, I understand she is working a lot...but so was I and I still was able to find time to clean the things that needed to be cleaned. (Can you imagine if I hadn't done the litter box? Ew. Or the freaking sinks or toilet? Ugh) She got upset, I felt like an ass. And I made her cry...not purposely, and I don't think it was about cleaning that got her that upset. I think it was when I told her it was time for her to show her ass at work about the conditions they are putting her in. It isn't fair. I love her dearly but I'd be damned if I was work two and a half shifts four to five days in a row and then lay down and not say a word about it killing me. She told me they kept threatening her job because of the outrageous overtime she has, and I asked her if she told them WHY she had the overtime. She said she finally did Tuesday. And still nothing's done about it? Apparently you didn't get mad enough. She said she was tired, and I do not doubt that. I feel horrible for her, but at the same time I don't anymore. She has got to step up and maybe go even higher in the chain than what she is now...this isn't healthy for the residents or herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting closer to being done with my shopping. (Yay!!) I have four more people...and then I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have put bullets for all of this random crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any ideas for a gift for my father? I know he likes golf...and to eat fish? Lol...I'm kind of lost after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Scott...I still want the blow up penguin. (had to add that in since I'm being random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Elvis yesterday, isn't it funny how you can tell when he's singing and he does the lip curl thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish cleaning...instead of going anywhere tonight. :-( I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by cleaning I mean pushing all of the misc. stuff that has no where to go into my room. And maybe sweep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw where the temperatures are finally falling back down where they are supposed to be. 70 degrees and up is not normal...thank you Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done, I need to get ready for work. Not like I care, but I guess they would appreciate it if I at least had some decent clothes on. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5941665017129750251?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5941665017129750251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5941665017129750251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5941665017129750251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5941665017129750251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-very-tired.html' title='So very tired...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7542339442039701800</id><published>2007-12-13T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:10:49.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Freaking out now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well...today's the day. And my nerves are raw. I really have no idea why I freak out like this about exams. I always have, even if I was positive I would ace it. It is driving me insane, and it was completely consuming me. I feel like maybe I didn't look over it enough. It's not like I'm expecting to get a perfect score...I don't think that is possible with this. I just know the way they are going to word it is going to mess me up. They screw over analyzers like myself with questions that only need you to read the first two lines. They're like word problems back in grade school. I suckkeeddddd at those. I would read too much into them rather than just taking the numbers and plugging them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, when I get off of work (yeah for half days!!!) I'm going to drop off some ornaments for the little tree I made Scott take (He was trying to be a grinch and not have one...not happening :-D ) and go home and begin the cleaning process for Megan's baby shower Saturday. I'm going to be doing it alone, which doesn't surprise me. I know Tara feels bad about it. But it's hard enough to clean the house alone with two people and four animals living here, and let's add to the mix people who I've never met before or who have never been to my house and that equals a freak out on Kim's part. Not that I don't love my friends dearly...but once they've seen the house in the nice state, it'll never happen again. Lol. I'm going to have to lock the dogs outside and move the cats to the back room. And figure out where the hell I'm going to fit all these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me good luck...off to work I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7542339442039701800?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7542339442039701800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7542339442039701800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7542339442039701800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7542339442039701800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-freaking-out-now.html' title='Ok, Freaking out now...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7128056468899194292</id><published>2007-12-11T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:19:12.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeb Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mim Moment'/><title type='text'>Ok...I'll give in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...and do the 5 celeb crushes blog. Everyone else now officially has one, why am I holding out on it? Away we go...&lt;br /&gt;- Mmm hot &amp;amp; can cook- Bobby Flay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/FOOD/news/9905/26/bobby.flay/flay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cnn.com/FOOD/news/9905/26/bobby.flay/flay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love how the website I got this off of has a caption for another picture that says "Bobby Flay is apparently, not gay". Lmao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The bad boy hottie- Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.future-forcast.co.uk/johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.future-forcast.co.uk/johnny-depp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The since I was a little girl crush- John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akvis.com/img/examples/sketch/sketch-portrait/john-travolta-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://akvis.com/img/examples/sketch/sketch-portrait/john-travolta-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The one I would probably studder like a moron for 20 minutes after meeting him if at that point I had not fainted yet Crush-&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebsm/gerardbutler/gerard_butler_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebsm/gerardbutler/gerard_butler_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(tehee...hehe...sorry I'm ok now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The yeah I'm a dork and watch youtube just to see him Crush-&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Dunham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.greatseats.com/300x180/JeffDunham_300r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.greatseats.com/300x180/JeffDunham_300r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the post! So apparently last night I had a Mim moment. What is a Mim moment, you might ask. This is when you talk in your sleep, believing you are fully awake and this is really happening. I was so exhausted yesterday, between work, studying and going to see the new baby in my life (my god-sister had her baby yesterday, YAY!!) so about 8 o'clock I passed out on the couch, later waking to my sister calling me about a survey I did. When I went to bed, I kept "waking" up due to the fact my cat (Oreo) was making me hot...in reality I wasn't hot...however my roommate humored me and opened the window and brought the fan into the room. So, about 10 minutes later I apparently got up came into the living room and told her that the man in the room told me he needed help to get out of there...next thing she knew I was passed out on the couch again. Let's put this in propective shall we? First of all, what man?! There's a freaking man in my room? Lol. And he needed help to get out...I also told her that I could feel my bed shift as if someone kneeled on it to tell me this. So I can take this one of two ways, either I'm seriously stressed out and as a result I am not only sleep walking but I'm talking about crazy crap. Or I need to get TAPS to my house pronto. Lol. Eventually she got me up again, got me to go into her room to finally sleep through the night because I was convinced some guy was in the room. And that is why she is a wonderful person! Lol. I'm sure I freaked her out. Have a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7128056468899194292?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7128056468899194292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7128056468899194292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7128056468899194292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7128056468899194292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/okill-give-in.html' title='Ok...I&apos;ll give in...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4840618984895625150</id><published>2007-12-10T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:29:48.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was brought to my attention that I completely left out 98 degrees in my last post. They were late comers to the boy band era, but they were very good! SO here you go Cristin!! And I definitely agree...Nick pre-jessica was super hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iecEDzDoXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iecEDzDoXc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I need to correct myself, on the Hanson front. I hated their "normal" music, not their Christmas album. I really liked that album. However, I have to say...my all time favorite 'Pop' Christmas album would be N*Sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCi4uYdoC4M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCi4uYdoC4M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That song is great but my main reason is for this song...it is my all time favorite Christmas song, and I love the way they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXzJqRXLI08&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXzJqRXLI08&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I'm not even kidding it almost brings me to tears. That song means so much to me. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4840618984895625150?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4840618984895625150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4840618984895625150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4840618984895625150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4840618984895625150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/continued.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8583681042386170216</id><published>2007-12-06T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:34:16.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haha'/><title type='text'>Ha! This is going to be great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I was looking through youtube...and I can't believe I just found this video...&lt;br /&gt;Before there was Rent, Justified, Coming out with an amazing race star, and clothing lines....we had pineapple head, the curl fro, bat boy, the quiet one and the retard. Yes my friends...I'm referring to N*Sync. And I'm scared that I actually found these videos. Shall we take a few steps back to the boy band era. You know we were all guilty of it. And it actually sparked my interest to see what all videos from boy bands were on you tube. I tried to find the oldest songs I could for this comparison between them all. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;First up...obviously N*Sync...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgfQcAfA3p4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgfQcAfA3p4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Next we have who other than the Backstreet Boys:&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I remember seeing this video for the first time...and I made my mom get me the VHS of their stuff. It was sad the obsession I had. And may I say...what the hell happened to Nick Carter?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZOGfubpBiw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZOGfubpBiw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the final...and the most hated of the boy band era.....Hanson....&lt;br /&gt;I hated these guys with a passion. Lol. However, I did have a friend who's obsession with them topped my BSB love. Which makes it even more funny looking at this video now...they still suck all these years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tfSqjc_WRY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tfSqjc_WRY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was a MMBOP anyway? Did they ever let onto that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bonus one...not a boy band but during the era also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFpu0ROaPLQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFpu0ROaPLQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that video from the Spice Girls it reminded me of one of the first times I ever hung out with Tara. (Ok fine it was at a party) So the majority of us had been drinking...and she had went up stairs at the townhouse for something. Suddenly someone had the brilliant idea of us playing music...this music being the Spice Girls.  So she came down stairs and found all of us lined up, dancing and singing this song. Yeah, and now you know why I don't drink ;-) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So now let's all give thanks for that era being over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a great day! And I hope these songs are stuck in your head now...because they're stuck in mine...damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8583681042386170216?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8583681042386170216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8583681042386170216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8583681042386170216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8583681042386170216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/ha-this-is-going-to-be-great.html' title='Ha! This is going to be great...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1353274024061149956</id><published>2007-12-05T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:51:00.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuck in my head'/><title type='text'>Damnit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have had this song in my head for weeks now, I even had to add it to my myspace profile thinking maybe it would help...but to no avail. Maybe the video will help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYGCT4AQIR0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYGCT4AQIR0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No! I didn't help, at least it's a decent song lol.&lt;br /&gt;Between that song and Default Wasting my time...driving me insane lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zj1vXf44SeA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zj1vXf44SeA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1353274024061149956?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1353274024061149956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1353274024061149956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1353274024061149956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1353274024061149956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/damnit.html' title='Damnit!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-368016888793728809</id><published>2007-12-04T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:19:15.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First let me say...holy crap it's cold outside! So we let the dogs in again last night. And I finally took a picture lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aren't they cute? Of course, as soon as the flash went off they started freaking out, but at least I got a shot of it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday I put in my notice at B&amp;amp;BW. I didn't want to quit...then again I was sick of the "conditions" for all of us seasonals. We couldn't ask for days off, we never really knew what our schedule was going to be, they didn't respect the times and days given that I could work, and most of all...I just had too much on me. Which is completely my fault. I should have known better, apparently I'm not as young as I thought I was lol. It was beginning to bring down my performance on my primary job and I couldn't let that happen. Especially not if I want to continue my education through this company. It sort of sucks, then again I need that little bit of time. It upset the CSL that I gave my notice to, and she wanted me to come back next year...but unfortunately because I'm only giving a week's notice I'm not eligible as a rehire. Unless they make exceptions. But who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I went allllll the way up to B&amp;amp;BW to 'work' because I was told I was needed yesterday...and as soon as I walked through the door they were like "Oh you didn't get our message?" ARGH!!!!!! So I went allllll the way back home. And when I was about a block away, my roomie calls me and says "Oh btw Time Warner is at the house waiting on you" Wtf?! She forgot to tell me this! We had to get a new box (hell yeah it's HD, and we are getting the correct tv to go with it) he was very polite and even waited at his truck until I had the lights on...for my safety of course. Actually, he was the nicest person I've ever dealt with from that company. Which surprised me considering everyone I've everhad to deal with were buttholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got a validation back from the big dogs in Washington...so I guess that means I need to get to get to work. Bleh. Have a great one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-368016888793728809?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/368016888793728809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=368016888793728809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/368016888793728809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/368016888793728809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-862744107599678668</id><published>2007-12-03T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:11:42.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, do I even have to say it? Bleh, Monday. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recap:&lt;br /&gt;Friday- (yeah I know holy crap she's starting on Friday?) Scott and I went to dinner and went to see Beowulf...yes I know, I waited that long after being so convincing of my going to see it that night. But it was worth it, I had a great time. :-) (Note to self...need picture of Scott...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Had to work at B&amp;amp;BW...which sucked. However, about part way through my shift I had a visitor...Scott came up there to see me :-) And bought a candle? How's that working out for you by the way? Lol. When I finally got home, I tried to buckle down and study...yeah, right. I guess I kept having 'Ohh shiny' moments (as Tara calls them) and I just couldn't focus. Here's a reminder, the test is on Dec 12 *bangs head on desk*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Tara finally gets a day off, poor thing. She's been working double after double and it's killing her. So what makes it better? Sushi! Well at least for me it makes it better. So we head up to a fave place of mine and Mim's (which fyi I tried to call you to invite you along), I made her turn her cell phone off so she could at least eat in peace. And it was great... :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I totally plated this just to take a picture. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So we are about to leave and of course we have to do the fortune cookie thing. Mine said something about not being so considerate of others or whatever, and then Tara opened hers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And it said "Girlfriend" and I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I was crying at that point. It was hilarious, of course in this picture you can see she didn't think it was quite so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later on we went by the Dollar store looking for cheap Christmas stuff to put outside. I'm sorry but I'm not spending a lot of money on stuff that is just going to get broken, stolen or faded...not going to happen. And here's the finished product!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's some more of the inside of the house...and yes we got a few more ornaments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's about the jest of it, hope you guys have a great day. And keep your fingers crossed I don't have to work tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-862744107599678668?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/862744107599678668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=862744107599678668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/862744107599678668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/862744107599678668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3926740518958884918</id><published>2007-11-30T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:12:03.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is it just me...or did it seems like this week drug on forever? I guess because of the short week last week it made this week seem even longer than what it normally does. The dogs had to sleep inside the house last night, it was just too cold and even I am not that mean. They have (thankfully) calmed down so much since we moved to this house. All we have to do is lay down a (old) blanket in the middle of the living room floor and they pass out there until the morning. Or until I move from my spot at the laptop, because they seem to think I am going to attack Tara every time I move.&lt;br /&gt;So has anyone else heard about this new movie 'The Golden Compass'? Apparently this movie is causing a huge controversy, they say it is degrading to Christians. It seems the book 'His Dark Materials' that this is based off of has been interpreted as to they must kill God. After I saw the trailer for this movie, I originally thought "Oh what a neat fantasy movie to take all the kids to" but the more I read about this movie the more it seems to concern me. The Catholic League usually raises a stink about movies, so that did not deter my opinion...it seems like if they do not have something to be boycotting, it isn't a good day. However, being that I have not read this series of epic fantasy novels...I can't help but wonder. Is there more to it than they are letting on? They are comparing it to the likes of 'The Chronicles of Narnia', which is interesting to me...I'm apparently missing the connection between the two. And I have read that series, which I still love. If they are looking to connect them off the basis of good vs evil, fine. But I have the suspicion that isn't so, I believe they are comparing it to the fight against the "mighty" queen in Narnia. In that aspect it is no where near the same. She was a queen not a God or "The God". Although looking up the book reviews of 'His Dark Materials' are very good, I still have apprehensions seeing or reading this series now. Anyway, that got a little deeper than I intended...moving on!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I may have to work tonight. :-( More than likely I will have to, it's the weekend. I know I have to work tomorrow. Hell, the only thing I really know anything about is the registers. Which would probably explain why they work me during the day, lol. I don't know, it just makes me uncomfortable going up to people and imposing on them like that. And the fact that most of the time we are rejected doesn't help my self-esteem in this. I hate hounding people. And it doesn't help my subconscious when men come in looking for something for their mistresses. WHAT?! And you're freaking proud of yourself? I have half the mind to dial that phone number you just gave me and call your wife and tell her. Bastard. Grr. And the fact that you never really know what your schedule maybe, because you have to call to see if they need you bugs me too. Yeah, I know...if it sucks so bad, quit. But I need the money so I have no choice right now. :-( Even though I haven't really been working that much. Any extra income at this point is great.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of the decorating we've done so far for Christmas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/HousePics-Christmas002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, I'm lazy...and we need more ornaments. Eventually I'll get it done.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3926740518958884918?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3926740518958884918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3926740518958884918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3926740518958884918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3926740518958884918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3301266404332598498</id><published>2007-11-29T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:28:13.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newbies'/><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have now gotten my cousin addicted to blogger. And I'm very proud of myself, considering it's Mim's fault I have one. She drug me away from my myspace hermiting ways and here I am :-D and I even have facebook now. (Technically that is Christie's fault) Here's a link to my cousin's page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christie3984.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://christie3984.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. She has inturn gotten my sister addicted, here's her link &lt;a href="http://nclz4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nclz4u.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Lol. So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now you have to deal with my entire family on here. Be afraid...be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Btw Scott-- I'm still waiting to go see Beowulf *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3301266404332598498?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3301266404332598498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3301266404332598498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3301266404332598498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3301266404332598498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-673962193343034761</id><published>2007-11-29T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:59:02.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cube News'/><title type='text'>Cube News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is to get everyone ready for the season in the office...there will be more to come. But I thought this was fitting :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD1uFVdoZEc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD1uFVdoZEc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-673962193343034761?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/673962193343034761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=673962193343034761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/673962193343034761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/673962193343034761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/cube-news.html' title='Cube News...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3513068084806607847</id><published>2007-11-28T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:35:04.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Week'/><title type='text'>Anyone else...</title><content type='html'>having a crappy week? Things have happened this week (I know it's only Wednesday) but hopefully everything has now ironed out. I'm not going into details about this, because I really would rather put this behind us. (Those involved know what I mean) All that matters is that I love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting away from that subject...I needed a good laugh, so of course I turned to my good pal Jeff Dunham for this. Here ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIB_uqpfj2A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3513068084806607847?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3513068084806607847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3513068084806607847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3513068084806607847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3513068084806607847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyone-else.html' title='Anyone else...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7419175793754866919</id><published>2007-11-27T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:23:02.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEAR'/><title type='text'>FEAR--As done by Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here we go, the top 5 things I'm afraid of aside from the obvious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm terrified of the interstate. No, not the big rigs driving on it. The interstate in general scares me. The thought of I can't really get off unless there's an exit freaks me out. I like control, you barely have any when your on the interstate. With the addition of my uncle and a few friends were killed while on the interstate, and I guess in my mind that makes me feel like the risk is higher being on the interstate and being in a deadly car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm actually afraid of dogs. I know you wouldn't think that being I have two in my house hold. But any dogs that I do not know, I'm afraid of. And the saying is true, animals can definitely smell your fear. Example: Mim's dog Ozzy when we were first introduced. He wasn't comfortable because I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know we aren't supposed to put "Normal" phobias/fears. But my fear of Clowns is crazy. And this actually didn't arise until I was much older. And I have a firm belief that this stemmed from having to study Gacy, and then of course, there were movies and a certain book that shall go unnamed. It has taken me about 8 years to be able to look at pictures of a Clown without bursting into tears and trying to run away. (This does not apply to scary looking clowns btw) However, bring a person dressed in a clown suit...and I'll be long gone with only a trail of dust behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm afraid of "ghosts" now before you say..."oh ha ha...then why do you watch ghost hunters?" it isn't the ghost that I'm afraid of it's the apparition itself that I'm not too keen on. I'm seriously afraid to look up from a book/computer/getting out of the shower and something being there that wasn't there minutes before. If that makes sense. Not that I wouldn't want to see it, just don't like the caught off guard aspect of it. If I'm actually out looking for it, I'm fine with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, I'm terrified of germs. Not just any germs, but certain viruses. It's part of my OCD. I'm constantly washing my hands, cleaning the toilet after people are over at the house, etc. Because I'm afraid of getting a virus or a germ that is able to be spread. Example: I will not touch the "womanly products" box because I'm afraid of catching an STD. Ask my room mate, I once called her because I had touched the one at work by accident and I was convinced I had AIDS for two weeks. It's crazy! Lol, and not one of those things that I'm particularly proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, now you really know how strange I am. :-D I'm with Mim, I'm interested to know what everyone else is afraid of...no matter how quirky (hello I'm afraid of getting STDs from a toilet seat. Can't get much stranger) so let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7419175793754866919?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7419175793754866919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7419175793754866919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7419175793754866919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7419175793754866919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/fear-as-done-by-mim.html' title='FEAR--As done by Mim'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-356461188375700269</id><published>2007-11-26T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:21:19.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My dad and I used to be very close. But there are a few things that are more important in his life. He seems to have his priorities wrong, work has always been the most prominent thing in his eyes. It's not his fault, he wants to provide the best he can. And I love him for that. Always there financially if I ever would need it, but not really any other way. We hurt each other, I fear. And it seems to be a regular thing, we will not talk to each other unless it's a holiday or a birthday. And it hurts me, very much. I can't talk about this to him, mostly because how emotional I become. Even now, I'm nearly sobbing. It deeply hurts me, to a degree no one will ever understand. We lost so much time...and as hard as I try, I'm still so angry for it. Not completely at him, more myself for allowing this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday (aka Thanksgiving) I was supposed to meet him for me to go with his other family (his in laws) for their dinner. I'd never been invited before, and even though it was short notice (he called me at 9pm Wednesday night) I was generally excited to go. I waited for him, where he said he would be. The Honda plant off of 119. I waited for two and a half hours, and he never came. I guess I should have seen it coming, and I thought maybe he was at another plant, so I went around to all the Honda plants around the area (there are 3 in all), and he wasn't there. Just, wasn't there. I can't honestly form the words to describe the type of heart break that is. I felt like a moron, and worthless. I tried calling him quite a few times, to no avail. I haven't yet received a return call. I finally broke down and called my grandparents on Saturday, to make sure he was ok, they said he was fine....he had actually just left their house. My heart sank. Did he purposely not show? I asked them if he had mentioned about Thanksgiving, and they said he waited for me until 12:30 and I never showed. That isn't possible. I was there until 1pm...I guess I can chalk it up to being when I was riding around trying to find him, he was there and I overlooked him.  But when he got to his destination, why didn't he call me? What if I had been in a wreck? What if I was seriously hurt? It's possible I'm making this more painful than it should be. Which I'm sure I am, I am know for being dramatic about a few things in my life. Tara told me to just stop trying to contact him, let him get in touch with me. Or just screw it. I can't do that, he's my dad. And no matter what I still love him. I want to be close again. I miss him so much. And I'm afraid, if we don't reconnect now...the time will come where it is too late. I don't want to regret never being able to say "I love you" just that last time. Or the lost memories there could have been, if only I had reached out a little further. So with that said. I just wanted to publicly say, I'm sorry for blaming you all these years, I'm sorry for being angry for too long, I'm sorry if I don't say I love you enough, and I'm sorry...for any memories we have lost out on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please let us rectify this before it is too late. I miss you. I don't want financial support, I just want my dad. I doubt he'll read this...being he doesn't know this blog exists. I had to get this out. For years, I've stayed quiet and cried to myself. Never letting him know how I felt. I swear, this is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KEAD2dzDRE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KEAD2dzDRE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-356461188375700269?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/356461188375700269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=356461188375700269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/356461188375700269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/356461188375700269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8820028615655336588</id><published>2007-11-26T05:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:51:55.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone please remind me why I decided to get a part time job during the holidays? This is crazy. I'm exhausted and my house is a mess. I barely had yesterday off, thankfully we ended up not making enough to cover all the hours she had scheduled. I'm not working tonight so I can study and clean the house hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, yes I did go shopping on Black Friday. And I have more than half my list done&lt;br /&gt;:-D. I was delirious by the time I had to be at work. but you know how that goes. We were slammed and two people didn't show up, so I had to stay another hour and a half. And I had to start threatening the lives of our customers and my co-workers for them to let me go home. That definitely worked.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good. I got to see my family that lives out of state for the first time in a long while. Here's a slide show of the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=92683201" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=92683201&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=92683201"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=92683201&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=92683201"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crystal still hasn't dropped the baby yet. Damnit. She's huge! Megan has finally announced she's pregnant. So now I can talk about it. She's 7 months along... and I have two weeks to plan her baby shower...AH! I could have hurt her. But she's lucky I love her. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weighed down at work right now. I know we all are...but seriously...here are a few pictures of my desk at work and tell me if you'd look forward to going in today if you were in my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Thanksgiving001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So off to the hell you see above I go!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8820028615655336588?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8820028615655336588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8820028615655336588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8820028615655336588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8820028615655336588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/mondayblah.html' title='Monday...blah'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3029320500766603185</id><published>2007-11-22T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:04:03.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q167/Dawnrenee1/th2f189bb4Happyturkeyday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q167/Dawnrenee1/th2f189bb4Happyturkeyday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3029320500766603185?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3029320500766603185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3029320500766603185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3029320500766603185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3029320500766603185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8048441193494428565</id><published>2007-11-21T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:59:54.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><title type='text'>3 Days and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It'sa Coming...Black Friday! Mwhaha...be afraid, be very afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those crazy ass women you see out at 4am trying to get into lines. Yes, I readily admit the fact. And I am one of those who you see on the news, trying to get the very last of the item because it is about 50 bucks less and I am showing no mercy as I plow through people to get to the item. :-) Because I'm insane, or if you ask my family...I'm sane with a demented twist. Which is sort of scary if you believe in the "apple doesn't fall far from the tree" saying. I love, LOVE Black Friday. I haven't a clue as to why I enjoy getting yelled at and cursing the ground people walk on for about a 4 hour time period. Maybe it's because it's an excuse to get up with friends and family, or maybe it's because we get to plot against others and have a strategy to get these few items we need that are ridiculously low priced. It's like Mission Impossible, think I'm kidding? Go out this coming Friday morning and before you are able to enter the store, look around at all the women huddled together. Do you really think they are talking about cookies? Hell no, we're talking about who's hair we may have to rip out to get this particular gift. It's like we become barbarians! Our entire demeaners change, and we aren't those sweet people (haha) you know and love. It's GREAT! ;-) I drug my roommate out last year, and she thought I was going to kill someone (I only almost ran over someone once...thank you very much...she shouldn't have been in my way). Well this year, I can not be up quite as early...I have to work at B&amp;amp;BW from 12:30 to 5pm. But I will be out none the less...so all you who say there's no way you can get up, because you'll be worthless the rest of the day. Hear this: If I can do it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still go to my second job. So can you! Lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.10e20.com/images/black_friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.10e20.com/images/black_friday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/11/24/us/24shop_slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.destructoid.com/forum/files/black_friday_980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here are 10 tips to shopping on Black Friday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; have manners; there is no place for them on this day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; worry about make-up and crap like that...you don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear steel toed boots, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a game plan &amp;amp; a list before getting to the stores in question...&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit this website for the game plan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bfads.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://bfads.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Jewelry with the exception of a wedding band/ring are not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;7. Better make you something at the house to eat, because you can forget eating at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;8. Seriously, wear steel toed boots.&lt;br /&gt;9. Most sales only last until 10, and if you are a pansy and start late; you can forget anything being left.&lt;br /&gt;And finally:&lt;br /&gt;10. Always have someone go with you, two reasons: (A) To help you catch the sales you're looking for (and it's more fun that way), and (B) It's safer to have someone else with you. Than being alone and getting attacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Turkey Day tomorrow and happy shopping to the rest of the brave ones. Stay safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-8048441193494428565?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8048441193494428565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8048441193494428565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8048441193494428565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8048441193494428565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-days-and-counting.html' title='3 Days and Counting...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7921065790064198734</id><published>2007-11-20T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:50:29.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is Gerard Butler...mmm. Or I'll just take a look alike...with a scottish accent. LOL. See, you thought it was going to be something serious. :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebsm/gerardbutler/gerard_butler_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/264319~Gerard-Butler-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/264319~Gerard-Butler-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/gerard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/gerard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara has a doctor's appt at 10am today, that's how you always know she's seriously sick...she actually goes to the doctor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I have to work tonight... and study...bleh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But at least I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;remembered to bring my books this time. I'll probably just go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and get it over with, always makes it seem better with a nice cup of coffee. I have &lt;strong&gt;got&lt;/strong&gt; to buckle down for this. It's just really hard getting back into the groove after I've been out of any classes for so long. I really have to prepare myself for the adjuster class in Jan. It is for a week and then you take the test. It's ridiculous, really it is. I guess some people learn better with all the information crammed into their heads at once then when the test comes have a conniption because some of the info has leaked out along the way. Anyway, so much to do...so little time. Have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7921065790064198734?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7921065790064198734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7921065790064198734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7921065790064198734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7921065790064198734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7837819717278797080</id><published>2007-11-19T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:41:12.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBW'/><title type='text'>Eventful Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow, this past weekend was crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Tara had worked third shift on Friday night so she wouldn't go to the parade with me. So I had asked Dana if she wanted to go. I met her at her apartment about 9 am...probably a little later than that because for some reason I went on auto-pilot and went straight to work. Bleh. And we walked...yes, freaking walked from her apartment to where another friend lives to sit on her stoop to watch the parade. Never...again. EVER. It was like we were moving targets and people were trying to hit us. Lol. So we finally get situated at the other friends apartment who had left town to avoid this. No, I'm not kidding. And the parade didn't start for another 10 or 15 minutes, so I got bored and started taking a couple of random pics of us and me. Hence the new photo on my blog. Here's a slideshow from the parade. Enjoy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=91656167&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=91656167"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=91656167&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=91656167"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I could have been really evil and added Christmas music to it, but I didn't. So be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, my phone rings. It's hardly ever for me so I didn't even look at the caller ID and just answered it. It was freaking B&amp;amp;BW giving a call back for me to come in Sunday to start training. I had one of those moments of feeling the "YAY!" factor then the "Damnnnit" factor all at the same time. But at least it's only seasonal and I'll be done in January, unless they like me and want to keep me. Which is fine with me, I can use the money. :-)&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I hung up the phone I went into a panic. I do not have anything in the dress code, except the pants. Oh darn...I have to go shopping :-D!! Yay! Lol, sad when you have to actually have reasons to go shopping. Anyway, I went to what felt like a hundred freaking stores until I finally just called Tara and Megan to ask where I could go. I have to get large enough tops...because I'm uh...blessed? Entirely too freaking blessed, if you ask me. And they suggested a few places and I found the black top at one of the places the other I had to go to Commons shopping area for. Have I ever mentioned that I hate that place with a fiery passion. No? Well I do. The traffic sucks, the people suck, and the customer service in every store there...sucks. So I finally find a white top and I headed over to Dana's apartment again. We had made plans earlier to watch Zodiac, which was not as impressive as I would have liked it to be, and order take out. Basically a movie night. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: B &amp;amp; BW Day 1&lt;br /&gt;So, I was told by my co-manager that there was a meeting at 9am that I needed to attend. So I showed up. And a few other new hires were there too. Which was great, I didn't feel completely lost by myself. Two hours later, and I wish I were kidding. Everyone else got to leave except the newbies, who had to go into the stockroom and watch those dreaded orientation videos. You know, the ones that make you want to beat your head into the wall. Or in my case the floating shelves. Finally about 12 ish the smoker in me began to threaten to hurt the other people in the room unless we took a break from these videos and I was starving, I should have ate before I went I suppose. So we breaked for lunch and mulled around the new Alamance Crossing shopping center. I treated myself to a soft pretzel (yum) and walked around a bit. I called Tara to ask her to feed the cats because I forgot to before I left, and she answered the phone sounding like 14 frogs were in her throat. Great, she's sick as a dog and we have no lysol in the house whatsoever. So I talked her into taking something that would calm down her symptoms. She has to be careful what she takes, and I really do not feel like coming home to a dead room mate. Not a fun idea.&lt;br /&gt;After our "break" we go back in and finally finish the last three of the eight videos, and then we got to do the fun stuff. Walk around the store trying the products. Yay! And then the co-manager came in for her shift (did I mention that the manager is on vacation right now?) and we were rounded back up into the stock room...which by this time is becoming my most hated area of this place, and finished our paper work. We were supposed to learn the registers but it was entirely too busy to teach 4 newbies the registers, not a good idea. So we all agreed to come back on Tuesday at 6pm. Which gives me at least 2 hours after work to study for this freaking exam on Dec 12. Needless to say my stress level will be doubled these next few weeks so please excuse me if I become, what's a good word...evil?&lt;br /&gt;So wish me good luck on this, hopefully I haven't added too much to my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-7837819717278797080?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7837819717278797080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7837819717278797080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7837819717278797080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7837819717278797080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/eventful-weekend.html' title='Eventful Weekend!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1344838806966194450</id><published>2007-11-16T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:31:24.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beowulf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBW Interview gone awry'/><title type='text'>Yay- It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Friday Everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How exciting is it that Beowulf is finally coming out!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shakefire.com/frivolous/beowulf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; the website for the film &lt;a href="http://www.beowulfmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.beowulfmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Come hell or high water, I'm seeing this movie today. Period.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't care if I have to go by myself! Lol. It has a great cast and it should be awesome. I remember reading this story in school, and it was one of my favorite. My roomie has to work 3rd shift tonight, so I'm fairly sure I can talk her into going. She's a dork like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't really written about this, but yesterday was my initial interview with B&amp;amp;BW. I had turned in my application on Monday and she stopped me before I even hit the door asking me to come back in for it. It was a strange process though, there were three other people there and we all sat in the stock room in a semi-circle. Then we had to bring in one of our favorite items in the store (that was one of the hardest decisions in my life, lol) and then when we were introducing ourselves we had to explain why this was our favorite item and how we would sell it to people. She tripped me up on one particular question though, "What do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think is the difference between servicing the customer and to sale to the customer". Seems like an easy question right? No..it's not. Anyone who has ever worked in retail knows, there is a very fine line between the two. You can service and cater to someones needs but you still have to push your products in some form or another. It doesn't matter what your "mission statement" says, your job is to sell. It caught me off guard a little. And I know I came across as a pushy salesman, but unfortunately it's the truth. There is no way to sugar coat that part. My job is to sale you our products, however, by doing so...I will find out what you like and what you do not like and I usually can adapt and find something to show you that should meet your needs. So, needless to say the other younger girl in the room blew me out of the water (Did I mention I had to go first in front of them?) *purposely* saying that "You have to met the needs of the customer over the needs of the store." I have two problems with this answer: 1. Damn you...that's a good friggin' answer to give 2. No! See my above statement. SO I bombed it. :-( And I'm sad. I am not even looking for this call back. Although the only thing I really had going for me is the fact that I had the most experience in retail and management in retail than anyone else there. And I did answer the other questions alright, I suppose. But I'm not getting my hopes up. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great Friday and a spectacular weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1344838806966194450?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1344838806966194450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1344838806966194450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1344838806966194450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1344838806966194450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay-its-friday.html' title='Yay- It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-62461287162850849</id><published>2007-11-15T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:53:29.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These guys either need more exams or need to get jobs...but it's funny either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FakWdATScIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FakWdATScIY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's almost Friday~! I think that is System of the Down playing btw... :-) Good band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-62461287162850849?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/62461287162850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=62461287162850849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/62461287162850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/62461287162850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-wow.html' title='Oh Wow...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-6794811672470128493</id><published>2007-11-12T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:24:30.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before I talk about myself, I would just like to say Happy Veterans Day to all those who have put their lives on the line for us and our country. (And thank you Tara) :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(yeah I know I'm a day late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hastings.house.gov/media/gallery/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My weekend was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose. Didn't really do anything...at all. Saturday no one got back to me to go see my friend's band play, and I didn't want to go by myself because I definitely do not drink and drive. And I just wanted to go out, I act like such a hermit sometimes, I'm freaking 23 years old. I guess I would have gone anyway if my room mate could have went, but she had to be at work at 7am, and I couldn't do that to her. Did I mention my father cancelled on me for dinner Saturday? No? Well he did, so Tara took me to Olive Garden (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!) and I got my favorite soup...ever. We opted to walk around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alamance&lt;/span&gt; Crossing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alamancecrossing.com/shop/alamance.nsf/index"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.alamancecrossing.com/shop/alamance.nsf/index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, and doing so I noticed a sign on the Bath and Body Works door that they were hiring for the holidays, so I went in and got an application. After walking around for about a hour, we decided to rent some movies to cheer me up. At first we rented 300 (which we still haven't watched) and two stand up comedies. May I just say, renting stand up comedies are such rip offs...they do not even last an hour! On Sunday, I finally met up with my father, he made me go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt; (yuck) definitely not my favorite. But it was nice to finally see him, I haven't seen or heard from him in three months. After that much to my chagrin I had to go back again to Blockbuster on Sunday and find something else to appease me. And I found one of my new favorite movies...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/W/Q/O/happilyneverafterposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This has to be the funniest parody of a fairytale I've seen in a while, and it had a lot of big hitters voicing it. And it was really neat how they made it where you can choose to see the Bad or the Good version of it. I also rented Zodiac, I've been wanting to see this for a while now. I may watch it tonight...it might make me paranoid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So around 3 I had to go to my mom's house for this Pampered Chef Cookie Swap thing, I didn't really have any interest in being there. But I promised my mom I would go to support her. After the show part, we all exchanged our cookies and our recipes, mine were not complicated...all you did was make (or buy if your baking isn't the best) sugar cookie mix, then put semi-sweet chocolate in the middle of a ball, bake and sprinkle powered sugar on top. I changed it up a little, instead of just semi-sweet, I added white chocolate and put coconut on a few. (Also, ouch to the loss between the Falcons and the Panthers...just ouch, that sucked)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh dear Lord..we are not in a shortage of cookies...three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bags and two containers later..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to have to have another tooth pulled after this. But it was actually a lot of fun. Well I suppose I should scoot on to work...but here's some music for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the actual music video but hey this is close enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xo9QlZufBAc&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-6794811672470128493?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/6794811672470128493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=6794811672470128493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6794811672470128493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6794811672470128493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4389415723887472589</id><published>2007-11-10T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:09:31.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is great....she gave me chocolate cake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, I totally pulled that one from the Bill Cosby archive. (btw, I ate it for breakfast too...haha). So even though my day at work was crappy, I met up with my mom and she took me out to dinner. I can't believe how much we're alike...it's sort of scary. Then I accompanied her shopping for just stuff really. Nothing in particular. But my mom thought she was funny when she gave me an 'extra' gift. Originally I got a new cellphone, see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Birthday007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But anyone who knows me, knows my obsession with pugs. I love them, and I can't explain why. I know most people think they are the ugliest animals alive (my room mate being one of them). But she got me this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Birthday006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes my friends, that is a plush pug. It was so funny, she was so excited to give me that. Oh and she made me a cake :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Birthday004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later on in the night I met up my dear friends Mim aka littlespoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lspoon.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://lspoon.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; and her husband gave me the coolest thing in the entire freaking world. You guys ready for this one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Birthday005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Beside of Tara's Saki set would be my nifty gift of sushi candles!! Ahh, Mim and I share the love for spicy tuna rolls. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a good day after all. I hope to be able to get everyone together tonight to go see my friend's band. Have a great Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-4389415723887472589?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4389415723887472589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4389415723887472589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4389415723887472589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4389415723887472589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom-is-greatshe-gave-me-chocolate-cake.html' title='Mom is great....she gave me chocolate cake!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5359539317503128638</id><published>2007-11-09T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:42:10.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>How much does it suck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So today's my birthday (wohoo) but I'm still in pain from this extraction, and I just want to know if it's normal...or do I have a dry socket?! I've been told that it's extremely painful, but I wouldn't call it "extreme" pain that I am in. I know it's only been three days...so maybe I'm freaking out prematurely. I also know that if you are on oral contraceptives you have a higher risk of developing them, and the cherry on top is that I smoke. I did smoke a little the first day...give me a freaking break I wasn't even expecting them to pull it. Then I'm thinking, what if my allergies are freaking out? Would that cause pain too? I guess I will just break down and call them to ask. Any opinions out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5359539317503128638?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5359539317503128638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5359539317503128638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5359539317503128638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5359539317503128638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-much-does-it-suck.html' title='How much does it suck?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-2407195670882643096</id><published>2007-11-08T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:43:17.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cube News'/><title type='text'>It's Thursday...you know what that means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all--Happy Birthday to my cousin Crystal! It's her 21st birthday!! Even though she doesn't know this blog exists ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And my mouth feels better! Yay! Pain is almost completely gone, and I'm still a little swollen but for just one day after having a tooth yanked out of my head,it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video for Cube News Thursday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW202XNzxI0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW202XNzxI0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-2407195670882643096?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/2407195670882643096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=2407195670882643096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2407195670882643096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/2407195670882643096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-thursdayyou-know-what-that-means.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday...you know what that means...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4272397823827220243</id><published>2007-11-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:19:19.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***UPDATE***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok before I pass out again from a vicodin induced coma...yeah I went to the appt today at the other dentist's office. And all of a sudden they hand me a waiver, and I ask "what is this for?" the nice lady looked at me and said 'uhh for your extraction you're about to have'...WHAT?! This wasn't supposed to happen until next week! So, about 10 minutes later the dentist came in and numbed me and explained to me why I didn't have to have anyone drive me because it was just a localized anaesthesia (Sp?) and whatever. And the next thing I know I'm laying on my back with this guy in my mouth, showing me the tools he's using and crap, and about the time he went to take the tooth out, I burst into tears. Which of course made him cease anything he was about to do. So after they calmed me (have I ever mentioned my fear of dentists?) he finally took it out and shoved a piece of gauze into my mouth and told me to check out?! What the hell just happened? This happened in a 20 minute time period, and you would think I had lost my enire short term memory? Because suddenly I am standing at the woman at the front's desk and being asked to pay $82 dollars, uh yeah...ouch to the wallet. So all together in the past two days I have spent $134 dollars trying to get this damn thing taken care of. *sighs* please someone win the lottery and send me some money. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4272397823827220243?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4272397823827220243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4272397823827220243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4272397823827220243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4272397823827220243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='***UPDATE***'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-830613075102875518</id><published>2007-11-07T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T05:51:11.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom Teeth'/><title type='text'>Holy Crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Monday I was about to eat dinner and suddenly I had a sharp pain in my mouth. My upper right side wisdom tooth to be more precise. So I do what everyone would, I stick my finger in my mouth to see why this pain was happening. I didn't feel anything but when I looked at my finger I had shards of tooth on my finger. I immediately called my dentist and they called me back yesterday morning for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; at 3 yesterday afternoon. So as I sat there I had to (1.) Convince them they had already filled a tooth that had gotten done 3 months ago. Hello...do you not have my records? (2.) Try to figure out how the freak I'm going to pay for this. So obviously there was a cavity in my wisdom tooth, apparently this is a normal thing...because most people my age have already had them yanked out of their heads. But the few that hadn't seem to have this problem because it doesn't matter how many times a day you brush/floss/swish you are never going to get them as clean as the other teeth and the fact they do not have the sealant my other teeth have on them. So my dentist asked me what I could afford to do: A- Have them all yanked out or B- just have this one, and wait for the others to give me a problem. I, of course, had to go with option B because I'm poor. So instead of sending me to an oral surgeon she has referred me to another dentist who apparently can pull just one tooth. After she did this, she prescribed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vicodin&lt;/span&gt; for the pain. Because when you have a cavity in your wisdom teeth, it is more painful. And I can honestly say, yes...it hurts like a bitch. So I made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with this other guy for today at 9am. And I filled my prescription and Tara took me to eat at Roxie's Diner because I didn't eat at all Monday night, or all day yesterday and I was , needless to say, starving. May I say that it is very difficult to eat mashed potatoes, mac and cheese and chicken and dumplings when your mouth feels like you could scratch it off and maybe it would help? The pain was so intense I was considering taking the knife in front of me and cutting it out myself. Tara finally talked me into just taking one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vicodin&lt;/span&gt;, and I was sort of scared to take anything like that. I had never taken any sort of narcotic before. (Hello, My name is Kim and I'm an over-analyzer) So after much coaxing, I finally took one. Holy crap man...that stuff was wonderful!!! Right before I completely passed out, I didn't feel any pain. So I doubt I will take another one until it is taken out, which will hopefully be today...if I'm lucky. So that I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; by my birthday Friday. If not I guess I will have to deal with the pain until they can. From just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; yesterday I am broke. $52 I didn't have. Considering I do not get paid until Friday. My Mom, being the wonderful person she is, has offered to pay any upfront costs until I can pay it. So I guess this week is starting to go downhill...no matter how hard I'm trying to bring it back up. I just needs some prayers that I am going to be able to do this, and still able to pay my bills and live. Maybe if I'm lucky I can actually get where they will bill be instead of up front. I have no idea how much my insurance will cover...but this has to happen. Most dentists refuse to fill wisdom teeth. Thanks for reading my ramble...did I mention the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vicodin&lt;/span&gt; hasn't completely wore off yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-830613075102875518?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/830613075102875518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=830613075102875518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/830613075102875518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/830613075102875518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1143140952225729222</id><published>2007-11-05T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:38:07.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Realization of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today is 8 years to the day my grandmother died. I can not believe it has been this long. It still amazes me sometimes how much I miss her. She was such a staple in my life, my main foundation next to my mom. She died on November 5, 1999, and she was buried on my cousin's birthday on November 8th. No matter how hard you try to repress things, they still flood back. I tried to be pretend today was just another day, hence the music videos in my earlier post. But sometimes, you can not deny yourself. I know we have to pass this day to get to my birthday...and I know my cousin still has a hard time dealing with the fact she was laid to rest on her day. You would think 8 years would make it easier. And most of the time it is unless some major milestone comes about, and we want to call her or to hear her voice. I know I've dealt with it and I know I mourned and I need to move on. Trust me, my 'friends' have told me numerous times. But it sort of hard to forget, especially when you were there. They didn't hear her screaming in pain and they didn't have to live in hell for two weeks before she finally was delivered from the worst thing imaginable.They weren't there when she would scream for me, because she was scared...and so were our parents. They didn't know what to do, or how to deal with this. Did they hold her hand and pray; begging God to please just take her and end her suffering? No. I didn't cry for years, I had to be the strong one in the family. The only person I would talk to when I would start to waiver was Ulises, he seemed to understand this wasn't for attention, I was truly hurting and my walls were cracking and my foundation crumbling with ever tear I shed on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing she said to me was "Take care of Crystal for me, she will need you...are you going to be ok when I'm gone?" And you know, at that point I didn't think I could possibly be. But I am ok. I am better than ok, I never thought I could be. I thought the world should stop when she passed. Time to just stand still to allow us to go back and spend those few extra minutes to hug her again and to tell her one last time that I loved her. She taught me the lessons I use today and she taught me love and respect in myself. She taught me that sometimes, you are going to fall on your face...but nothing is too hard to overcome. She taught me that God will never bear a weight on you that he doesn't feel you can not handle. I love her, and I miss her dearly. One of her biggest fears were that we would forget her after she was gone. I can safely say, I will never forget her. And I just hope, she is looking down on us and is proud of what I have become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1143140952225729222?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1143140952225729222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1143140952225729222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1143140952225729222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1143140952225729222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/realization-of-day.html' title='Realization of the day...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8466491376972100252</id><published>2007-11-05T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:00:42.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for Monday!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have a few new songs that I love...I mean LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;First one...Apologize, by Timbaland and One Republic- Everyone has felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a good dance song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIYXHLlxD8U&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate this video love the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJmghwq7k2I&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...my favorite song...ever in a musical...And may I just say... how much I love me some Gerard Butler?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBYoarsGLXc&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8466491376972100252?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8466491376972100252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8466491376972100252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8466491376972100252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8466491376972100252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/songs-for-monday.html' title='Songs for Monday!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5864023006750063588</id><published>2007-11-04T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:02:47.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie Tyler'/><title type='text'>Stuck in my head!!</title><content type='html'>This song has been stuck in my head all day long. Worse than that...my roomie and I used to sing this at karaoke, lol. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5864023006750063588?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5864023006750063588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5864023006750063588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5864023006750063588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5864023006750063588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in my head!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7816677440601943404</id><published>2007-11-02T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:05:22.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gurr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Bath 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yard Sale'/><title type='text'>AHH!! Going to seriously lose it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, so I gave Oreo a bath when I first got home. She's easier than D-man (Donovan) she just sits there going with a look of "Hurry the hell up". The again, she's 15 years old...and knows it's coming about this time of year. My cats get baths twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I forgot to mention I decided to have an impromptu (Disclaimer: My impromptu is actually like a week in advance...or at least 3 days...I'm too calculating of a person to actually be the true meaning of impromptu) yard sale tomorrow, so after her bath I ran around trying to get everything ready. I hung up signs everywhere I could think to. And when I got home, I realized I haven't spoken to my roomie at all today...this is a strange occurrence. We usually touch base at least once a day. So I called her, and she didn't answer but eventually called me back. And I reminded her about the yard sale tomorrow and she then tells me "I have to be up at 5 anyway" my response 'Why?', Tara "Because I have to work a double tomorrow", at that point I just burst into tears. It's so stupid and juvenile but sometimes, I just feel so alone in things that I do. It's not her fault, I feel like that about a lot of things. But this time, I feel really let down. I'm going to be doing this alone. Like when we were moving to this house...I did the majority of it myself. I swear they can not function at her work without her there or on the phone, and she questions why she isn't with someone. She never has the chance to go out and meet the right girl...that her friends approve of ;-) lol or at least her room mate does ;-). My mom actually finds that strange that I say that; but my argument is, if I live here and I'm going to have to be around this person a lot...I should have a say about how I feel and tell her my honest opinion of the vibes I get off the person, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll let everyone know how it goes tomorrow...and if you know where I live, come buy my crap :-D&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics of Oreo :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu5-oO6USI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WPDy3Ph8uyo/s1600-h/Oreo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128397086294429986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu5-oO6USI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WPDy3Ph8uyo/s320/Oreo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu6UoO6UTI/AAAAAAAAABE/0i3f-00Im-o/s1600-h/Oreo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128397464251552050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu6UoO6UTI/AAAAAAAAABE/0i3f-00Im-o/s320/Oreo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128397846503641410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu6q4O6UUI/AAAAAAAAABM/mUl2W33ICZc/s320/Oreo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was her "GET OUT OF MY FACE" look btw. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7816677440601943404?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7816677440601943404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7816677440601943404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7816677440601943404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7816677440601943404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahh-going-to-seriously-lose-it.html' title='AHH!! Going to seriously lose it...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryu5-oO6USI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WPDy3Ph8uyo/s72-c/Oreo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7921714976470069011</id><published>2007-11-02T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:39:54.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Bath'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay! It's Friday! Too bad it isn't payday Friday...that's next Friday on my birthday :-)&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, I saw Donovan scratching and I didn't think much of it. Both of my cats have something wrong with their skin. Oreo likes to pull her hair out, everytime I took her to the vet they would always tell me they had no idea what was wrong with her. So I just chalk it up to stress and allergies. But Donovan usually just is a bad shedder and the screwy temperatures have messed him up...one day it's hot, so he sheds, the next day it's freezing. But anyway, I decided I would rather be safe than sorry and I decided to give him a flea bath, he tends to hang out with the dogs a lot. So after work yesterday I stopped by K-mart (considering I work right beside it, otherwise I would have went to Wal-mart) and the only kind of shampoo they had was 8 flipping dollars, so I bit the bullet and got it. And I arrived home, isn't it funny how animals can sense when something's about to happen to them? He went along with me to the bathroom and sort of tried pleading with me to change my mind (He has to have Siamese in him, he talks too much not to) unfortunately for him it didn't work, and I put him in the tub. :-) Lol, he really isn't that bad to give baths to. So after I wet him down some I started putting this foaming stuff on him (it's supposed to kill anything instantly) in all I found three freaking fleas on him. I was freaking out. I hate...HATE bugs of any sort. Tara was about to leave for work and could hear him crying out for me to stop, me screeching because I found a couple fleas and she was dying laughing outside of the door. So after I tortured the poor cat what did I do? I took pictures of course :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryr1g4O6URI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xfW8Bgtl8dk/s1600-h/D-Man+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128181070914277650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryr1g4O6URI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xfW8Bgtl8dk/s320/D-Man+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128180658597417218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryr1I4O6UQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QLPeU6y04fU/s320/D-Man+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And amazingly enough, he still loves me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Oreo's turn, mwhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5859431232621033697-7921714976470069011?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7921714976470069011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7921714976470069011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7921714976470069011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7921714976470069011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday! :-)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/Ryr1g4O6URI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xfW8Bgtl8dk/s72-c/D-Man+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1436961649542361413</id><published>2007-11-01T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:45:06.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trick or Treat'/><title type='text'>Halloween Night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am postponing the normal Cube News Thursday for how last night went. It was so much fun! I actually had a lot of trick or treaters! We moved all of the pumpkins up from where the party was to around the front porch, add a few candles and Wa-La...instant spooky house. Anyway, Megan brought Abby by, and she was an "Ice Pwincess" hehe, too cute. My cousin Christie stopped by with Destiny who was a scary cheerleader, and we even had a transformer, a loin, a ninja, a hobo, a couple spidermans, and a ninja turtle! I think all in all we had about 30 trick or treaters, it was wonderful! Our neighbors one house up were also handing out candy, and one of them were dressed as Michael Myers and would hide behind the trees scaring the bloody hell out of the kids as they came up. So...what did we do? Grabbed the laptop found the music for the movie Halloween and played it as loud as we could, it was freaking hilarious. This one group of kids didn't know where to run. They would try to run from our neighbors house to us, hear the music we were playing, scream, run back the other way, see her, scream, run back again...I mean this went on for a good 5 to 10 minutes. We were hurting by the time they calmed down enough to get the candy. It was fantastic.After that we watched the Ghost Hunters Live special from Waiverly Hills Sanatorium, it was freaky. You could watch on line and on the tv, online were camera angles the viewers were in charge of watching for TAPS, and right before I went to bed I was watching the screen and I saw something fly by the stationary camera at the end of the hall way and suddenly the camera started moving. Freaky...is the only word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the trick or treating experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=89322454&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="500" height="375" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=1AE1B&amp;c=1&amp;id=89322454&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=89322454"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u164/sunrisek/lenore_halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-6200754140686745668?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/6200754140686745668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=6200754140686745668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6200754140686745668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6200754140686745668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-188515087919047313</id><published>2007-10-30T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:47:37.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third Eye Blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Inside the mind of Kim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I listened to a song that I refused to listen to for so long. It upsets me, it's by Third Eye Blind- How's it going to be. It reminds me of my past entirely too much. Something that I have worked so hard to evolve from. I'm nothing like the person I used to be. I was horrible, nasty, hateful and entirely too proud. I've tried for years to forget that person and once and awhile it still threatens to come back. It's like I suffer from D.I.D.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allpsych.com/journal/did.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://allpsych.com/journal/did.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, then again I think everyone in one way or another suffers from that. Now, before everyone thinks I'm Cybil and I have 16 personalities...I included the link above for a reason. Many people do not actually understand as much about psychology as they think they do. I do not necessarily mean that I have it, I'm referring to that disorder for the first definition: Dissociation -&lt;br /&gt;A separation from the self, with the most severe resulting in Dissociative Identity Disorder. Most of us experience this in very mild forms such as when we are driving long distance and lose time or find ourselves day dreaming longer than we thought. 'Psychology Dictionary-Online- (Ohh have I mentioned how I still keep all my notes from college? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess my point of all of this crap, is that no matter how much you have altered yourself, the past is what has made you into the person you are today. And instead of wallowing in the past and giving the whole 'woe is me' spill, learn from it. We all have had traumatic things in our lives, that have shaped and molded us into different people. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes for worse. The best thing to do is to pick yourself up off the floor, dust off your pants and live and learn. I wish someone would have given me that bit of advice about 5 years ago. When I thought my world had completely crashed down around me. And as much pain and strife I have negotiated through, I know that I've come out for the better. I'm happy with the person I am now. I love the people I have brought into my life and I know everyday is a new challenge and some how, I will change again from whatever experience I have from the day; whether it be good or bad. So, How's it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4aS__2yjN8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-188515087919047313?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/188515087919047313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=188515087919047313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/188515087919047313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/188515087919047313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/inside-mind-of-kim.html' title='Inside the mind of Kim...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3390838127737661365</id><published>2007-10-28T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:45:39.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tara'/><title type='text'>Tara's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday was Tara's birthday! If I actually put her age down she may actually hurt me, so I will pretend like I don't know. Anyway, last year we started a tradition of having a Halloween themed birthday party for her. However this year we had just moved to the house, and then of course it rained...for nearly five days straight. Not that we didn't need it, Lord knows we did. But needless to say, I was seriously stressing this party. My mom came up with...why don't you just have it in the garage since it may still be wet and that way your house will not be a disaster area afterward. Great idea! So Tara and I worked our butts off and cleaned out the garage, cleaned chairs, cleaned tables, put up lights (so what if they were left over Christmas lights), and put up decorations all around and inside the garage, I cooked snacks and made punch. We were wiped by the time it was supposed to begin. Mim made an ice cream cake and her sister-in-law helped her make the puking pumpkin with a great touch of an arm holding the "hair" of the pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here are a few snapshots of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 'Garage of Terror'&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, so it wasn't really terrifying...give me a break it was a long day. Not as many people came as we were expecting, which disappointed me, Tara says she was ok with it...I still think it may have hurt her feelings. But close friends did come, and that's all that matters. :-) The best thing about this party was that we were dressing up. I love Halloween and even though I am too old to (obviously) trick or treat...damnit, I can dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara's costume was by far the best. She looked awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Sarah and Mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture of me and Greg...and no I was not an Arabian anything, I was actually a Renaissance Queen lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made Tara a personal birthday cake and it was so cute. She is very talented...I still think she should open a specialty bakery...what do you think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So all in all it worked out, OH I almost forgot...here are a few pics of Hailey and Woody in their costumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/TarasBirthdayParty002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How cute are they? Hailey is the Witch and Woody is the Angel...he sort of broke the halo...but the wings were intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I will get my house back in order...Have a great Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&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/5859431232621033697-3390838127737661365?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3390838127737661365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3390838127737661365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3390838127737661365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3390838127737661365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/taras-birthday-party.html' title='Tara&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-656952049490209057</id><published>2007-10-25T06:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:12:40.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cube News'/><title type='text'>Cube News Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok this one is too funny...I was literally laughing out loud. Because it's all true, anyone who works/practically lives in a cube knows this is true. And I dedicate this one to my cousin that I work with...so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbcsEfIU_OY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbcsEfIU_OY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-656952049490209057?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/656952049490209057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=656952049490209057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/656952049490209057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/656952049490209057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/cube-news-thursday.html' title='Cube News Thursday!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-6314142219286709225</id><published>2007-10-24T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:07:00.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare before Christmas'/><title type='text'>The best movie ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I had this song stuck in my head the other day... Nightmare before Christmas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-orhx8fS6I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-orhx8fS6I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-6314142219286709225?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/6314142219286709225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=6314142219286709225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6314142219286709225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6314142219286709225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-movie-ever.html' title='The best movie ever!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1746770192724542082</id><published>2007-10-19T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:18:56.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Dunham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Achmed the Dead Terrorist'/><title type='text'>Friday Funny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love Jeff Dunham...Greg introduced this comedian to me, and I've been in love ever since. Here's a clip from his newest Comedy Central special: Spark of Insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MugQDD2FcKQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1746770192724542082?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1746770192724542082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1746770192724542082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1746770192724542082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1746770192724542082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-6333512828971814928</id><published>2007-10-18T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:48:03.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cube News 2- It's Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So in honor of Boss's Day the other day...here's a cube news dedicated to our bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W5HeeoCwWs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also, Thank you to Cristin for giving me a little trick to these videos.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Now to my real post. It's 5:08 in the morning, and why am I up? Regardless of the fact I go to work at 7 in the morning. I'm worried about my cat Donovan (the younger of my two cats) pictured below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday when I got home from work (I worked a little late to study for class today) I thought I saw where one of the cats had a hairball *Caution:this is about to get gross, if you have an extremely weak stomach you may want to skip this part of the blog* which was on the floor under my dining room table. So as I go to clean it, clearly grossed out, I realize this isn't vomit...this is feces. So after mumbling a few curses, I realize there's more on the chair...then more on the floor on the way to the litter box. And as I went to clean it up, I noticed blood...it didn't look digested, so at first I was like ok...he strained too hard, but when I went to the litter box to check to make sure he didn't have any parasites, there was more blood on the rest of his feces. At that point, I started freaking out. Most certainly this was not normal. So I called my roomie and freaked out and she left work to come to see if I should take him to the emergency vet...because of course the cat is NEVER hurt/sick during normal vet hours. And I called my mom, he was acting fine and there were no parasites in his stool...just some blood. She calmed me the best she could, explaining that more than likely he had been a little constipated. I concurred because it didn't look tarry like it would if there was a serious problem and it didn't look like it had been digested, like it would if there had been a tear in his intestines. So Tara being the great person she is, is going to watch him today and make the decision if we should take him to the vet. Hope you all enjoyed reading this during/or right after having breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&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/5859431232621033697-6333512828971814928?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/6333512828971814928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=6333512828971814928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6333512828971814928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/6333512828971814928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/cube-news-2-its-thursday.html' title='Cube News 2- It&apos;s Thursday!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1360207868621350454</id><published>2007-10-17T05:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:02:45.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel crappy. As if that isn't bad enough, I still have to try to get T's birthday party together. I have no freaking idea how I'm going to do this. Technically I have a week and a half to get it together. Tara doesn't have her costume complete yet, well we though we did...but the wig didn't work. And trying to figure out a cheap way to get snack food isn't exactly working. I'm worried that what happened last year will happen this year, and I spend all this money and not everyone shows up and/or those who do show up ...do not eat. Her cake is taken care of...mom is going to do it (yay, she's the best baker I know) for free (yay again...free is good). I still need some decorations for inside the house, need a pumpkin (2 really) and to figure out how to get all these people inside the house. Lol. AHH!! I didn't get a chance to clean the house this past weekend, because we were laying down mulch...which is not my friend. It looks better though, and less of a chance someone throwing down a cigarette will set my house ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I must give my love to Mim, who has introduced me to Zicam...that crap is WONDERFUL!!!! That is how I have been able to be half alive this past weekend and now. So hopefully today I will get my butt into gear, I need to study for class tomorrow and clean my nasty house. I did do the bathroom Saturday so it isn't that bad. just the rest of the house...*sighs* someone save me from going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd2B6SjMh_w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd2B6SjMh_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There you go...I love that video btw, ink blots are wonderful and were the best part of abnormal psychology class...next to going to a few places and seeing what we study on pages  in real life, really brought it into prospective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI- Mim, I want to go to the Horror Show...want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1360207868621350454?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1360207868621350454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1360207868621350454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1360207868621350454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1360207868621350454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1766122396340420105</id><published>2007-10-11T05:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:47:07.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cube News'/><title type='text'>Cube News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SO I've decided that every thursday I will either post a video from Cube News or write about the crazy crap going on in offices everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today in cube news...Sick people in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have to just put a link in because the embed sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=e6ugR-s3wDk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=e6ugR-s3wDk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's funny and makes a great point, check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1766122396340420105?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1766122396340420105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1766122396340420105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1766122396340420105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1766122396340420105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/cube-news.html' title='Cube News!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7343987853266686774</id><published>2007-10-10T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T06:01:34.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Warming'/><title type='text'>You asked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I've had a lot of people either write me or question me about why I am so headstrong about Global Warming. So I tried to post a blog yesterday but my computer hated me. There are so many signs pointing to the destruction our of planet. But there are very few people trying to change it. Even the smallest change in your life can make a difference. Recycle, use 'real' plates as opposed to paper, plant some trees. We need to stand up and protect ourselves. Guys, it's October and it was 93 degrees yesterday. If that does not scream something's wrong, I don't think anyone can convince you. We are in a severe drought, the worst ever. They are able to break through the ice at both the North and South pole, the two coldest point on the earth. Wake up. With saying that, here's the video I tried to post yesterday. *Please remember, this is our planet. We need to take care of it, as it has us for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2UeBw9fnck"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2UeBw9fnck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You may want to scroll to the bottom of my page to turn off my music to hear it. And it has subtitles in spanish... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7343987853266686774?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7343987853266686774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7343987853266686774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7343987853266686774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7343987853266686774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-asked.html' title='You asked...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8720744737601434761</id><published>2007-10-08T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:52:23.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so damn hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this past weekend...in review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Really didn't do anything until the afternoon, Mim came over and washed Ozzy. Tara went to work, and I went Halloween shopping. I took Tara some dinner at work, and sat with her for a while...while she complained about how much she hated her job, well not really her job, the lack of consideration on her employees part. The poor thing is going to work herself into an early grave. And I wish they would go ahead and start the stuff again for testing her for MS again. And it seems that no one above her (power wise) can understand that somethings she is not going to be able to do. One of which I will explain in the 'Sunday' part of this blog. So I decided that the last venture of the night would be to Wal-Mart, but I'm not allowed to go there by myself (reasons do apply) , so I decided...who haven't I bothered in a while? GREG! Lol, so I called him and I think I pretty much guilted him into coming up there. But as I was waiting for him, my great-uncle and great-aunt showed up...and talked me to death. (My family rarely sees me, I'm not exactly the extended family hanger outer) And I've noticed that it seems everytime I see someone in my extended family, they are always talking about people dying. This particular person (persons) was my great grandpa and that lead to my grandmother...lovely. Then Greg showed up and I was trying to decide on rugs, and blah blah blah. Then we got into a discussion about costumes. So as I stated in one of my previous blogs, I already have my costume. So he threw out an idea for his own...and it was really neat! And I seriously doubt anyone else will be doing it. We stood outside and talked for a while, and said our goodbyes and what not. And I got home and completely crashed...I don't even remember going into the bedroom. Lol. Shopping wears you out! (and laugh it up men...you'll never understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rewinding a bit to what I said about T earlier. T had to work until I guess 11ish on saturday, but then had to be up at 4:30 on Sunday to go work 1st shift. Which is rough...but is possible to do. I woke up at 6, why?! I have no freaking idea but I was up, bright eyed and bushy tailed. (hehe stole that from my mom) Anyway, so I begin to set up and stuff things for the new decorations for the front yard. Tara got home about 1:15ish and she took a nap...sounded good to me so I crashed too. Woke up at 3 and got ready for Brock's birthday party which was at 5pm. Tara took a bit longer to wake up because she's an ass, and would try to beat me up when I kept pestering her. :-) So we get to B's apartment (he shares with Lisa and her daughter) and oh dead Lord, Lisa's entire family was there. I was horrified. And what does T do? Stays for about 20 minutes because she gets called BACK into work at 6pm. So I'm pissed about this for two reasons: 1. She had to go back to work, 2. She left me there...son of a biotch. I tried to play nice with the family, I really really did. It just didn't work very well, because apparently I'm a hateful person...just ask the person who yelled at me at the gas station on friday because I was squinting in his general direction (I had forgotten my glasses and I couldn't see). But I "was looking at him like he was an SOB" in his own words, aka he was an insecure a-hole looking for a fight...he just couldn't handle the one he picked :-). And because I loathe L's sister...I mean it surpasses hatred at this point. Then I get a call from Tara, someone has called out on third shift...and she is probably going to have to work it. Bs...that is complete and utter bs. Someone needs to step up. Anyway, after being constantly nagged by L's brother...(gurr) we cut the cake and all that good stuff.Finally around 8, I fled and brought Tara dinner...again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Slightly busy weekend, but not that bad. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;** the answer to my title- Global Warming...stop using hairspray and recycle! (I'm serious, stop killing our planet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-8720744737601434761?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8720744737601434761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8720744737601434761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8720744737601434761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8720744737601434761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-is-it-so-damn-hot.html' title='Why is it so damn hot?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7842111217024755099</id><published>2007-10-05T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:18:05.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo! It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This morning, I decided to get some breakfast (I'm tired of cereal). And as I was pulling into the k-mart parking lot, the elusive puppy my ENTIRE work place has been trying to catch was sitting in the middle of a parking place. This was the first time I'd actually seen her up close, and she is too freaking cute!! She's brown and black and has one floppy ear and probably weighs all of 2 lbs. I stopped my car and started talking to her, at first she ran away and as I was driving off she started to follow me, so I stopped again and she amazingly walks up to my car and looks at me. (this is amazing because she always runs from everyone when they try to talk or touch her) So I sit there determined to get her to know me, and she walks even closer and puts her paw on my door. But, just as I was letting her sniff my hand the trash guy came up and scared her. I wanted to kill him! For two months we've been trying to get this dog...TWO MONTHS! I'm seriously thinking of coming up here tomorrow and trying to get her. Even though I would be giving her to a co-worker because my landlord would not allow me to have any more pets. (trust me if my mother would...she'd so be mine, I like little dogs not big ones) I should take a picture of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So the reason I haven't been able to post this week has been because our office is having a "virtual pandemic avian flu trail run" No I'm not kidding, that's exactly what they said in the email. So I've been the only person in my group "here" with the exception of my boss. So one is on maternity leave and the other has the virtual flu...give me a break! It has been hell on wheels here. And after quitting a few times...next week should be better, or even great if I'm one of the "chosen few" to have the flu...NO PHONE CALLS!! Which leads me to my next grip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently there are a few people in my company who want me out of here. No, not like a conspiracy...at least I hope not. But they see it as I am 'not able to perform my tasks in a professional and constant level'. Excuse me?So here is my response completely off the record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;May I remind all of you stuck up narcissistic a-holes something? I'm doing two people's jobs, how about cutting me a little slack. I'm sorry if you feel I did not pass the call to the correct person...but maybe if you were at your desk instead of gossiping about whomever is pregnant or not in the department or outside smoking every two minutes, you would have been there to actually pick the call up; or even better the first two times they called and I was able to calm them down enough to get the information and give you the message maybe had you called them back and helped them, they wouldn't have called four hours later even more pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm opening the mail for you and stamping it, for some reason it seems your hands are broken and you can't do it yourself...so do not complain to MY boss that I didn't tell you it was in a fedex envelope or priority mailed, it tells you on the letter you received. OH excuse me, I forgot...I'm your servant and I can't read, just to make you feel a bit more intelligent. When in reality I've had more college experience than you...just in a different and more difficult field of study. Considering the "class" for your license is only a &lt;strong&gt;WEEK &lt;/strong&gt;long before you challenge the state test.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know I can be a rude person, usually I go into that mode on purpose...but do not critique my customer service or telephone etiquette. I am not rude to people on the phone, I am being forceful to let them know their language or what ever it might be will not be tolerated. I promise I've been in higher positions in companies dealing more with customer service that you could not even grovel to get into when I was a lot younger  than I am now. So please spare me with your knife in the back tactics and go pretend to be friendly with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...I feel better :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can't decide what to do this weekend, I know I'm going to help Dana get stuff together at her new apartment. But other than that...I think I'm going to decorate for my favorite holiday...Halloween!! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7842111217024755099?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7842111217024755099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7842111217024755099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7842111217024755099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7842111217024755099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/wohoo-its-friday.html' title='Wohoo! It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-156402291614539163</id><published>2007-10-02T07:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:50:58.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer Gods are angry...and I want to rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We can't get into any programs on our networked computers. Which is awesome and sucks at the same time. Awesome= Because I don't have to work (until they fix it) Sucks= Very unhappy claimants will be calling. :-) Even though technically I still could work without the computer...I'm not! Hehe.  Anyway that's not what this post is supposed to be about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's my rant: People...stupid people who file claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, why, why, why, why&lt;/em&gt; do people insist on filing a claim for something so dumb? Besides the point they may not have coverage. Read your policy people!! And then they come back, yell at me, who has absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to do with their claims process like I can magically change the wording and make our company pay for their stupidity. Example: Yesterday I had a call about someones business ruining a homeowners residence (hello hippa and I can't give too much info), I mean they tore the place up. Anyway, the insured calls us and I ask the general questions and begin the claims process, and the person gets angry with me because I am unable to set their claim up...which I could have but my co-worker, whose job that is, was here so I can not do anything with the process...but definitely not after you've been a prick with me during question time, they refused to answer most of the questions and even tried to give me an invalid policy number. Here's some information you should all know...just for the future: As in ANY policy you have on say...a car...there are lists of duties that both we, as the insurance company, and you, as the insured, are supposed to withhold. That's pretty much what a policy is, a written promise between us. [see I've been paying attention in class, :-) ] However (!!!) there is also a list of things to do when a claim does occur; if you neglect to do those things we, as the insurance company, have the right to deny your claim. &lt;strong&gt;YOU SIGNED THE AGREEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;em&gt; SO&lt;/em&gt; the person from our insureds company tells me they are going to do something about the damage, I &lt;em&gt;gently&lt;/em&gt; advised them that they should wait until an adjuster has contacted them before they do anything....per their &lt;em&gt;agreement&lt;/em&gt; to us. And their representative went stark raving mad on me! He called me every name in the book...so what did I do? I put on the claim report that he was very irate and would not comply with answer questions regarding the claim that could possibly put us in a suit. Which is ALSO a cause for us to deny coverage. So please keep in the back of your mind when you get hit in your car...and you have to call your insurance company, to be as nice as possible and answer the questions as honestly and as complete as possible...could be the difference between getting paid and getting screwed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:-) and now...I am happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Speaking of cars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another rant real quick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why do people get into a turn lane 20 miles before they are going to turn &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;why do people cut you off and &lt;em&gt;THEN &lt;/em&gt;turn? It drives me &lt;strong&gt;INSANE&lt;/strong&gt;! Besides the fact that I have road rage anyway. Tara said I have the worst case she's ever seen. Lol. Ok I'm done...lots of work to do when the systems come up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-156402291614539163?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/156402291614539163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=156402291614539163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/156402291614539163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/156402291614539163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/computer-gods-are-angryand-i-want-to.html' title='The computer Gods are angry...and I want to rant!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1603848124167776128</id><published>2007-10-01T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T07:53:37.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Whew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this weekend was freaking crazy. So many things went on, I'm still tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went shopping for house stuff, then Tara was called into work (even though she felt like hell ran over her) because they are dumb asses and apparently do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how to function without her presence. Brock came over, haven't seen him in so long. And I missed his slapstick sense of humor...he's the male version of Tara, I swear. He tries to act like such a hard person but he really is a wonderful guy and a even better friend. They played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;2 while I play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. They need more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt;. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I woke up at 7 o'clock, why? I have no flipping clue! So I decided I would go outside and start filling the holes with dirt and all that good stuff in the back yard, be the domestic goddess that I am and all ;-). After about two hours of that I go back inside for a break and my phone was beeping (someone loves me!! at 8:45 in the morning!) and it was Dana she was wide awake too, so she came over after she was done cleaning her house and brought breakfast, and she (being the insane person she is) helped me and Tara (please keep in mind Tara still can not lift anything because of her knee surgery...wait I don't think I had this blog then and I'm just weak) finish filling holes. We then decided to move the stuff behind the garage to get rid of the boards from the wardrobe we (me and Dana) had broken while moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. May I just say, I'm not THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; but oh my Lord there were camel crickets EVERYWHERE (also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoppys&lt;/span&gt;/jumpers in my language) I freaked out...I mean completely lost my crap. It was hilarious for Dana and Tara to watch. Ugh, my skin is crawling remembering it.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is for your viewing pleasure...and imagine about 30 of them hopping around your feet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/60739525_02bcbd8060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, anyway... so after we used every single can of bug spray and even starch at one point, they were dead, or so we thought. I was walking over to grab the last board and a few survivors of the onslaught came after me...I, in turn, ran like a girl screaming...dropping the shovel in the process because it was "weighing me down". Tara yelled at me and said to "Never drop your weapon!!! What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;After that excitement and them making a border around the back of the shed to put some kind of pesticide down (so the dogs wouldn't have their paws burned), we go back inside and hang curtains! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;...I hate, with a passion, hanging curtains. (These curtains we bought at a yard sale that was benefiting the funeral costs of a man who was killed in a car wreck.) While they hung I was making the shear that would go under the main window in the living room. Cindy (Dana's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;) came over and as I was sweeping behind the couch, I noticed there was a police car with it's lights flashing at the end of my road. Being the nosey person I am (and I have the excuse we're part of community watch) I go outside and I'm joined by a few more of my neighbors. There were 10...count 'em....10 police vehicles at the end of the road. We also noticed they made the children go inside the houses, and they had the K-9 units out. At that point, none of us really knew what was going on. Drug bust gone awry and someone fled? No, someone shot at and apparently was trying to murder this other guy up the street from us. (missed the other someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;...the guy had terrible aim) and then fled the scene around our houses!! Isn't that fan-freaking-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;?! So now, we are having to go and check our cars and our buildings and having to leave the dogs outside to ensure the fact, some madman with a gun doesn't try to bust in. Apparently, they caught the guy because then every single cop began to leave at the same time, or does that mean the gave up? Well, we took it as they caught him, and I'm keeping that mind set.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris aka Sly came over and hung out while he was in town (he goes to NC State and was in for the weekend) and while I was in the shower they began to play trivial pursuit the '80s edition. And by the time I came out of the shower Brock was over too. So we (and as in we I mean Tara) made them dinner and we played the game and had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Monday and Happy First Day of October!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1603848124167776128?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1603848124167776128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1603848124167776128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1603848124167776128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1603848124167776128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/10/whew.html' title='Whew...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/60739525_02bcbd8060_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-8670853413222570323</id><published>2007-09-27T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:41:43.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuitville...the experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, this morning I had an unusual want for pancakes. I'm not a big pancake fan, but when I crave I want them...now. Lol. I decide to feed my craving at biscuitville, via the drive-thru window. I should have really thought it out I guess...but I didn't. So I got the pancake platter...two eggs &amp;amp; a choice of meat. GREAT! Should keep me full throughout lunchtime with that massive amount of food. So I order and I also ordered a medium diet pepsi, hello it's 7 in the morning I need caffeine. I pulled up to the box and CLEARLY said my order, and the lady CLEARLY repeated it back to me. Wonderful, I think YAY pancakes. So I ask for an extra syrup after I paid and pulled to the next window, because they are syrup Nazis (using it in the same context as Seinfeld's Soup Nazi btw) as I am pulling away, I realize...Where the hell is my drink? So I have to park (already running late to work mind you) and go inside and tell the manager that I didn't get my drink, he apologized like he should...and gave me it. And I finally arrived at work...10 minutes late, but who's counting? They can bite my ass, I wanted pancakes! So as I'm laying down my belongings in my cube, and laying out my "feast", I noticed...my eggs...were in a cup, like the grits cup, only not even filled to the line. So now they are Egg Nazis too apparently. I brush it off and blame it on me being fat and them really just trying to help my cholesterol even though it's perfect...thanks to my latest blood tests about a month ago, and continue to unpack my food. So...I got &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; syrup...the &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; syrup I asked for extra!!! Bastards! How can you eat &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; pancakes with &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; syrup that's less than an ounce?! Outraged, I considered my options: 1. Clock back out and go back and scream at them. 2. Call and tell them how moronic the girl at the window was. OR 3. Sit down, shut up and chalk it up to experience. I was hungry so I said screw it and started the process of stretching my less than an oz. syrup on my three gigantic pancakes. Finally am I able to eat, but as I go to take a bite of my pc (tired of writing pancake) my freaking fork breaks. I should have gotten a freaking biscuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Join me in my fight against stupidity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/trinoc0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes...I photo shopped a random pic to make this sign... Sue me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; K&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/5859431232621033697-8670853413222570323?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/8670853413222570323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=8670853413222570323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8670853413222570323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/8670853413222570323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/biscuitvillethe-experience.html' title='Biscuitville...the experience'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1606518365427670650</id><published>2007-09-24T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:26:07.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I had a fairly event free weekend. We (finally) bought a new*er* stove that works wonderfully! It took me all day Saturday to clean it; but it was well worth it, it really looks brand new.&lt;br /&gt;Tara and I both got our costumes, I still need a few things for mine, but hers is going to blow people out of the park and I believe she still has to find a wig. You guys will never expect it. Mine isn't something outlandish...but hey...it's purple! Renaissance styled* dresses are spectacular btw. Although I think they were trying to do a remake of a Toledo Gown (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funfolly.com/h/c/c3406.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.funfolly.com/h/c/c3406.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;) just didn't really work well for them, then again it is a cheap costume.&lt;br /&gt;Dana and Cindy hung out with us a good part of the weekend, I missed them. And I was also informed it's my house that makes everyone sleepy, not Oreo (the cat...not the cookie). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing really to bitch about, it was a very relaxed weekend. Eventually, T will have to get into the attic to find all of our Halloween decorations so we can go through them and figure out what we need for the party. Might do that Tuesday seeing as I have half of a day and I refuse to go to class, regardless of the fact the chapter is about claims...what I need really. What's even better is my half days are at 11am. ;-) Got to love it. Alright off I go to get stuff done I couldn't finish Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1606518365427670650?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1606518365427670650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1606518365427670650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1606518365427670650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1606518365427670650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/recap.html' title='The Recap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5022401002915965355</id><published>2007-09-20T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:13:09.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the point it's almost the weekend...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This past weekend was quite eventful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to the carousel festival with T and had the BEST Irish Oat Bread...ever! And of course my dirty secret obsession...the Carousel! Here are a two outtakes from the festival:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And yes that is a real parrot on the magician's shoulder, he was neat and even had a peg leg :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, then about 5:30ish Dan and Mim came over for our first "real" cookout/puppy playdate. Drinking margaritas until sundown and then went inside to play the Wii...carnival game style. I LOVE that game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday was my dad's birthday and I had called him while Dan and Mim were over Saturday night, because I had (also known as: was in the process of making) made him a CD of songs he 'used' to like, I say used to because I'm not really sure what he likes now...this is from what I remember as a kid and what my mom could remember, and he then let me know that apparently there was going to be a birthday party in his honor at a local seafood restaurant. Thanks for letting me know ahead of time...mind you this is at 8 o'clock at night, the party was at 2pm the following evening. Ok fastforward back to Sunday. I get to the restaurant late because T's program on the laptop was being crappy and wouldn't rip the music AND because I got cut off by a man well into his 100's and shouldn't still have a driver license and went...15, I'm not kidding, 15mph down church street! OH I forgot, this is my dad:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/P9160041-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I finally get there and I'm not even hungry at this point, and his wife...did not come.  I sat there quietly the entire meal. And I told Dad my dilemma with what I had made him and that I would give it to him sometime during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I leave his party and go with Tara BACK to the festival to see if we could find more of the Oat Bread. As we walk in, I run into a Teri...who I recently have reconnected with, then suddenly Sly aka Chris shows up behind us, getting creepy for me so I make a hasty exit towards the food stands. Guess what...NO oat bread :-( The little Irish guy wasn't there. So as we are turning to leave, I see green hair. Not just any green hair, green hair that belonged to the Joker...who was also known as Greg. At this point, I'm seriously confused so I tell (notice I didn't say asked) Tara we are going to walk past to see if that's really him. Creepy...very creepy. I hate clowns and I hate the mere existence of clowns...and now...a friend of mine is dressed as the most evil psychopath clown known. Wonderful. So after I do a heel turn and begin to dial the phone, Tara says "I want to take a picture", I kept my back turned to keep from freaking and she went to take a picture of him and wonder woman. It took every ounce of restraint not to run screaming, as we were walking away from him another friend from high school stopped me with her son. I felt like I was at a reunion, lol. And I believe I made a mistake when I played with her son...because I believe it was that fateful moment I came into contact with whatever bug I had later on Sunday night into Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We left and came home and Jana came over and we decided to do Tara's hair...oh this is some wonderful blackmail photos btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And then I got sick, which sucked. Ok..now I'm caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time to work...or at least pretend to ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Festival012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5022401002915965355?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5022401002915965355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5022401002915965355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5022401002915965355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5022401002915965355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-point-its-almost-weekendagain.html' title='Not the point it&apos;s almost the weekend...again.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5335804092853321632</id><published>2007-09-19T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:33:06.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damnit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Gurr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so, I know I promised to write about the weekend today...but other events have happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This morning, I go to start my car to let it warm up because it's cold outside (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!) and nothing happens...I mean not even the faint clicking noise of the battery dying. So after mumbling quite a few choice words I walk my happy (yeah right) cold butt back inside the house and scream for Tara to wake up. After trying many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unsuccessful&lt;/span&gt; times to jump off my car, I call my boss and freak out...how the hell am I supposed to afford to get a battery right now? There's no way. I barely live on what I make now and T and I share a lot of each others financial problems when they may arise...however she doesn't get paid until...FRIDAY! So, I try calling my mom and step-dad multiple times, to no avail. And then at this point I start crying...not just a cry, but a bawl. If this week gets any worse, I'm going to seriously lose it. Between being sick, my Dad hurting my feelings yesterday (I'm not going into this, I really am washing my hands of it) and now THIS!! I can't take this anymore! *sighs* So anyway back to the story: So about 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I finally got in touch with my mom, and she tells me I can borrow it and blah blah blah, so right before we go to meet her at her house, Tara and I decide to try to start my car...one more time, ya know, for good luck and all. And then my neighbor, Dale, comes out. And we're about to have a 'Here's your sign' moment, and I see it coming. 'Got car trouble', said looking at my hood perched up as well as Tara's car hood up, 'uh, yes.' was my reply...though, as anyone who knows me probably knows other replies were going through my devious little brain. He reattaches the jumper cables and stands there pondering the cars...as if we do not know how to put the clips in the right areas or something, and suddenly he says to me 'let me start your car' so by all means please make a fool of me, I'd rather be a fool at this point than without a car. And the freaking car cranks, I shit you not, cranks...the FIRST FREAKING TIME. So I say my 'heartfelt' thank yous. And so, I get my mom's card, go to Advanced Auto and get my battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may I just say "What a hell of a morning".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So tomorrow, I promise I will write about the past weekend...hell maybe tonight with the way my day is going. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5335804092853321632?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5335804092853321632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5335804092853321632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5335804092853321632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5335804092853321632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/gurr.html' title='Gurr!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-4481505380550780406</id><published>2007-09-18T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:21:12.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Another day...and still feel like crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So...yeah I'm still feeling crappy. I am at work today because, I don't want to use all my sick time over this bug. Tomorrow I will write about this past weekend (Cook-out, Carousel Festival &amp;amp; my Dad's Birthday). But today, I have about 152 emails to answer and a lot of make up work to do. So, I have to get going...did I mention I have class today too? *sighs* someone save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:-(&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.adoptionblogs.com/media/Open%20Adoption/sick_dog_in_bed_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-4481505380550780406?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/4481505380550780406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=4481505380550780406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4481505380550780406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/4481505380550780406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-dayand-still-feel-like-crap.html' title='Another day...and still feel like crap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-7779801749853492008</id><published>2007-09-17T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:31:42.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick sucks</title><content type='html'>So...here I am sitting at home...sick. I have nothing to do but to study...because I can't go to work, apparently I have a virus. La de da. *sighs* I'd rather be at work. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-7779801749853492008?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/7779801749853492008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=7779801749853492008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7779801749853492008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/7779801749853492008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-sick-sucks.html' title='Being sick sucks'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-3206718481852832375</id><published>2007-09-14T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:40:54.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back a wee bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, so this blog is dedicated to a couple of weekends ago. I had two closes friends of mine get married and I figured...I should probably write about that, Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So first up Jana's Wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jana, bless her heart, had been put through the ringer trying to get this wedding to happen. The groom's parents were being a-holes and I honestly think if the preacher had given the chance for someone to object they would have. She was beautiful, and her daughter was beautiful and everything was (ugh) beautiful, hehe. I guess the defining moment was when her daughter sang, I would have been fine had she not, hush Tara. I seriously bawled, it was ludicrous! I have never cried so hard at a flipping wedding!! Anyway, It was wonderful and the colors she had chosen were gorgeous. Here's a snapshot from that day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/l_6835ba13216b21cac687fd0fd3aafb201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/l_6835ba13216b21cac687fd0fd3aafb201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and my room mate Tara are best friends, they met in paramedic school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So we leave Jana's wedding, completely pooped because the night before was (for me) Mim's Bachelorette Party and (for Tara) Dan's Bachelor Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MimsBacheloretteParty008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not linking any other pictures to that, go to my myspace to see 'em there are too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Sunday arrives, and it's Dan and Mim's Wedding. And we picked up Ozzy on Saturday after Jana's Wedding, poor little guy. So we watch everyone walk in and the music starts and Mim and her dad start to walk down.&lt;br /&gt;Seen Here: (and sorry I didn't have my flash on so it's a horrible picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden I hear this giggle/hysterical laugh coming out of Mim, now to the untrained ear it may have sounded like a normal giggle of happiness for her big day...this, however, sounded like a "I'm about to kill someone" giggle. Which obviously alarmed me, and all of her friends, lol. So, as she approaches Dan you hear a "Hi Honey!" Lol, it was too cute...so the ceremony goes on and now they are married and blah blah blah mushy mushy mush blah blah. And here they are married :-) And once again the flash thing wasn't happening, so they look orange lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her dress was adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So we're waiting for their pictures to be made, and I got bored and started taking pictures of random people...like this one I made Tara take of me and Sly aka Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding031-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding031-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Couldn't take his damn sunglasses off for one picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The reception was hilarious, it really was. Dan made us wear our World of Warcraft (because we're dorks) t-shirts (btw For the Horde!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and this started a debate as to which was better Horde or Alliance...obviously the Horde is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:-D So it was getting late and they had to make a fake exit so we could blow our bubbles and be happy and we could get to the after party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/DanMimsWedding056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mim looks like she's trying to eat the bubbles in this picture, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily no one took pictures at the after party :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I'm tired again from just reliving it here. Whew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well back to work I go. :-) Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-3206718481852832375?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/3206718481852832375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=3206718481852832375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3206718481852832375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/3206718481852832375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-back-wee-bit.html' title='Going back a wee bit...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-5961188330794363349</id><published>2007-09-13T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:56:03.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do I hate class? Let me count the ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I'm taking classes in order to receive my claims adjuster license. (La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;, right?) BUT before I can take the actual class and challenge the test for my 'license', I have to complete an intro class and challenge THAT test first. Great, should be a breeze...and technically it is a breeze, I suppose, the exception being my 'teacher' (who really is just a high ranking underwriter, that works for my company, and has nothing better to do apparently on his lunch break) the guy seriously reminds me of Ben Stein. I swear one day in class he is going to reach into his pocket protector (no, I'm not kidding) and take out a bottle of Clear Eyes. His voice makes me cringe and it really is quite disgusting the way he stares at my chest all of class(ugh). He's like 90 years old for crying out loud! Going back to what I was saying, this guy really needs some spunk. He drones on and on and on about things completely irrelevant to the chapter we are studying at the time. Did I mention today is only the third class, and I'm already feeling like this? Pathetic isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Moving on from that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;' subject, which I'm sure I will elaborate on more tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday was the Puppy Play date Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/4thofJuly002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/4thofJuly002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ozzy (this was taken in July &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/OurHouse016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/OurHouse016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/OurHouse015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/OurHouse015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Hailey (along side Tara..yes she's the one in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Played all afternoon and evening and wore their cute little butts out. Ozzy, being my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mim's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MimsBacheloretteParty008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/MimsBacheloretteParty008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; pup, stays with us while they are out of town, so my roommate's dogs love her and Ozzy (and yes Dan too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; and Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They had so much fun! It really was very cute, and gave the 'mommies' a chance to hang out and have a social life, very rare nowadays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. And we had dinner and all that good stuff. I wish I would have thought of taking my camera outside to catch the candid moments of Ozzy running the poor dogs ragged. But, alas, I did not. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, there will be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt; and I will eventually remember to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well off to class I go, *sigh* wish me luck staying awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-5961188330794363349?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/5961188330794363349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=5961188330794363349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5961188330794363349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/5961188330794363349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-much-do-i-hate-class-let-me-count.html' title='How much do I hate class? Let me count the ways...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859431232621033697.post-1587910226449424428</id><published>2007-09-12T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:58:30.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Here we are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;another blog spot...like I really need one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I guess we should do the introducing part of this real quickly so everyone has a background and whatever blogs will come in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my room mate Tara (and me at our friend's wedding a couple weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109339915697177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/RugFlTfawtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NsuoACPpxnk/s320/l_d357e4c0d9265cf4beb702142fda4d7e%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She drives me insane and I still swear she was put on this Earth to do so. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is Mom (and you can all call her that...she's used to it) and my step-dad John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/RugGVzfawvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JAXQ5ascg_c/s1600-h/Cooley+Family+Reunion+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/RugoqDfawwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kP_mWGceS18/s1600-h/Cooley+Family+Reunion+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109378480208528130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/RugoqDfawwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kP_mWGceS18/s320/Cooley+Family+Reunion+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;More than likely my stories will revolve around something to do with these two (well really three) key players, but if a new player occurs I will include a pic of them too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I guess that's it for now...get out of here...go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859431232621033697-1587910226449424428?l=stormiekim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/feeds/1587910226449424428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859431232621033697&amp;postID=1587910226449424428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1587910226449424428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859431232621033697/posts/default/1587910226449424428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormiekim.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453298030099511210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc111/StormieK/Parade002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nrh0RGLHjtw/RugFlTfawtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NsuoACPpxnk/s72-c/l_d357e4c0d9265cf4beb702142fda4d7e%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
