<?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-15940818</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:43.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimburrkay's Corner of the World</title><subtitle type='html'>Just mindless babble really....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3539487431763096516</id><published>2011-03-22T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:57:52.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from the Left Coast</title><content type='html'>Well, how life has changed in the last six months since my last post! Lets just say I'm not in Florida. Let's try Seattle. Yep... that's right folks, we now live in Seattle. Ted was offered a fabulous job at Boeing so we made the leap and moved out to the left coast. We have been here since January and we are enjoying the change of scenery. We still have unpacked boxes in the garage, but we had those in the house in South Carolina after we lived there for five years! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog ring I have been lucky enough not to be kicked out of because I never post- SORRY!!, has asked to post about a trip we have taken. How about a cross country relocation drive with 3 dogs and 1 cat? Now that was a TRIP!! We drove from South Carolina to Seattle in 5 days. It was approximately 3,500 miles and was the longest and fastest trip of our life! We drove for 12-14 hours a day and only stopped for gas, food and to sleep each night. Then throw in two basset hounds, a geriatric husky (who forgot he was potty trained) and a cat in a carrier, and you have a trip of a life time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the trip was uneventful. We had beautiful weather, which was a blessing when you are traveling across the country in early January. We decided to take the Southern route across I-40 then up I-5. We didn't run into any snow and only caught some rain for brief periods. We saw some beautiful parts of the country that I have never been to and would love to go back to explore. Unfortunately we didn't have the luxury to be able to do that on this trip. It was amazing to see the miles of trains criss-crossing the Southwest. The the highest snow topped mountains in Arizona. The nothingness of Texas, New Mexico and Arizona for that fact.&lt;br /&gt;And California....wow... really, the speed limit is 55 when you are pulling a trailer. UGH. Do you know how long that state is??? We thought we would never get out of there! People told us Texas takes forever, but we only went through the tip of the pan handle. Try driving through the whole state of California. Doing 55 mph. We were never so happy to see Oregon in our life!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Cali.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the long days on the road, McDonalds every day for lunch (and sometimes for dinner), we made it safely to our new home. We are having fun exploring our new city and the surrounding area. There sure is a lot of things to do! And no GNATS!! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3539487431763096516?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3539487431763096516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3539487431763096516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3539487431763096516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3539487431763096516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-from-left-coast.html' title='Hello from the Left Coast'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5578156850210558312</id><published>2010-09-15T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:54:42.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still here! A friend of mine "reminded" me that I still have a blog! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure lots of you know there are lots of changes going on here. Ted is now working at Airtran in Orlando and I will join him as soon as I can find a job. Looking forward to the new adventure. It's tough being apart but we are making the best of what we have and realize it can be so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on my masters and getting closer to the finish line every day. I'll be glad when that's D-O-N-E!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than job hunting and working on school, I don;t have too much to say. I know it's been a long time, but that's all we have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;All the hounds are good. Logan, the husky, is an old man and having a rough go of it right now but he's still plugging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny- I'm sitting on the porch and I can hear my neighbors hounds howling in her house! Glad to know it's not just mine-LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go feed mine before they start to howl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5578156850210558312?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5578156850210558312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5578156850210558312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5578156850210558312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5578156850210558312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1023831695510942123</id><published>2010-04-22T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:36:25.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats new???</title><content type='html'>I'm posting to my blog, that's what's new! LOL.... just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I have decided to put a garden in this year. We will see what happens. I have a few tomato plants, a cuke and some beans. Not much but enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;My family used to have a garden when I was a kid- a huge garden. But, Michigan summers are very different than South Carolina summers. So, we will see how successful I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1023831695510942123?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1023831695510942123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1023831695510942123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1023831695510942123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1023831695510942123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-new.html' title='Whats new???'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8602625761380891670</id><published>2010-01-10T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:50:20.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby... it's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's NOTHING compared to the North, but damn it all- this is the SOUTH! Ain't supposed to be this damn cold! Tried to go flying yesterday but couldn't because there was icing conditions in Florida. What???? yes, icing in FL... that is just wrong. Global warming my butt...&lt;br /&gt;It's Ma Nature going through her normal "change". Now, I'm all about some cooler weather than the 100's degrees we have in the summer, but this is a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you do when it's so cold outside? I finally took down my Christmas tree yesterday. Not sure what's on the agenda for today. Maybe I'll make some soup. But I'm hiding inside.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have become a Southern Sissy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8602625761380891670?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8602625761380891670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8602625761380891670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8602625761380891670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8602625761380891670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby... it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-170683297452014667</id><published>2009-12-21T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:59:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Season</title><content type='html'>My assignment for the Holiday season is to pick out what Christmas songs are special and post. So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll Be Home For Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song. It's a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/isD56fNIwU0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/isD56fNIwU0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Guess it makes me think just for one day all can be calm and peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWtfDgHICYA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWtfDgHICYA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Charlie Brown Christmas Music- Because I couldn't WAIT to see CB every year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBPcoI4OE9Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBPcoI4OE9Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Little Drummer Boy by Bob Seger. This song reminds me of my Dad because he loved it. Miss ya dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9egKDz0by44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9egKDz0by44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And just because I'm a little left of right and this makes me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrd9p47MPHg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrd9p47MPHg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-170683297452014667?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/170683297452014667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=170683297452014667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/170683297452014667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/170683297452014667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/12/songs-of-season.html' title='Songs of the Season'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7584203659840104468</id><published>2009-09-19T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:53:34.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we has almost 8" of rain at our house. Many of the streets in our sub were flooded. Thankfully, it wasn't much worse than that. Crazy thing was, the rain didn't go past Bluffton. Out on the island, it hardly rained. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging at home this weekend. We have been running like wild bansees lately, so we will be hanging. Ted ws supposed to go to the Mothman Festival with a budd of his but the weather was looking too ify, so he ditched the plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a trip to Best Buy is on the agenda for me. My damn computer keyboard is not working properly. It skips about every third to fourth key stroke. And, no it's not user error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to feed to the hounds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7584203659840104468?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7584203659840104468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7584203659840104468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7584203659840104468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7584203659840104468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8388989565298425567</id><published>2009-08-23T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:22:42.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will mark ten years since my dads passing- and I still miss him. There are certain days that I wish I could pick up the phone and consult with dad to get his advice, or just hang out with him and watch the Michigan football game. Don't get me wrong, dad wasn't perfect- but who is- but he was MY dad. He was the only one I had. Cancer took him from us too early. he never got to meet his grand-daughter, my niece, who I know he would spoil like mad. We are a small family, but we are close in heart. And his passing has left a whole in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8388989565298425567?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8388989565298425567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8388989565298425567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8388989565298425567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8388989565298425567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4583088593636328535</id><published>2009-07-30T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:09:38.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4583088593636328535?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4583088593636328535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4583088593636328535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4583088593636328535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4583088593636328535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/07/image-hosted-bighugelabscom.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5120027526435176318</id><published>2009-07-02T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:26:41.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family fun</title><content type='html'>Seems I always can find time to up date my blog when trecking up or down I-95. Don't worry I'm not driving. I left the honors to Ted. This time our travels takes us to Disney World. You see my 9yo niece is visiting from MI for a couple weeks and she has never been to the Rats house. So we are making it happen. Now I have been there only one other time. Ted, well he worked there in another life. It's going to be a wild weekend but hopefully one she will remember for the rest of her life.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5120027526435176318?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5120027526435176318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5120027526435176318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5120027526435176318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5120027526435176318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-fun.html' title='Family fun'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5304638209505647853</id><published>2009-06-06T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:01:19.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>So you want a peek into our vacation schedule? We have a few things planned for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we are headed to the Flordia Caverns in Marianna. It has been a trip we have been wanting to do for awhile now so we are going. We will spend the day wondering the caves and underground caverns and spend the night in Marianna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we will head into a place I have been wanting to go for a long time, New Orleans. I'm so excited about this trip I could pee my pants! NOLA has been on my top 5 list for awhile so it will be great to cross that one off. What's on the agenda? A ghost tour, eating too many oysters and soaking in the city. That's all we are planning so far. Other than that we will just play it by ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really my approach to vacation, let's just see where we go. We may have a few things planned that we want to do but I don't like to plan every day so full that you run run run all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get back from NOLA, we will home for a few days and then I head to Michigan for a weekend visit. I haven't been home for almost two years. Thought it was time to get my butt up there. Sounds like I will need to bring layers otherwise I will freeze!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fly home from MI I will be bringing my niece for a visit for two weeks. She's so excited!! She will go to camp during the day while we are at work and I'm sure we will find some type of trouble to get into in the evening. She's friends with my neighbors daughter so I know they will hang out. She will be here for July 4th and were thinking of a Disney trip. God help us. But that is not set in stone yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see we have a lot planned so far. I'm sure there will be other flying adventures, hound transports and what-not happening. But that will just go with the flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5304638209505647853?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5304638209505647853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5304638209505647853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5304638209505647853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5304638209505647853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2693378495363054572</id><published>2009-05-30T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:08:57.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year</title><content type='html'>Yes it's time for play off hockey. Better still Stanley Cup hockey. I'm a hockey town girl and of you have to ask where that is, you know nothing about hockey. LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit goes crazy during playoff hockey. I got hooked in the early 90s. Here's a funny story I love to tell about my dad, who passed away 10 years ago this year. One year when the Wings won the cup, my dad was invited to a cup party. Yes that is just what it sounds like. A party with the Stanley Cup &amp; the Wings are in attendence. So, dad decides to wear a San Jose Sharks jersey to the party. Mind you, this is a Red Wings sponsered party. Well many of the players came up to my dad to ask what was up with the jersery. His response?? "well, I thought I'd wear this because it's as close as San Jose will get to the cup". &lt;br /&gt;They LOVED it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the picture hanging on my wall. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2693378495363054572?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2693378495363054572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2693378495363054572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2693378495363054572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2693378495363054572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of year'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4137421368162439343</id><published>2009-05-23T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:06:34.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hound Dog One Flight</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the honor of being the Hound Handler on mission #2 &amp;amp; #3 of Hound Dog One. What's that you ask? That is the name of our plane when we fly basset hound rescue missions for Carolina Basset Hound Rescue. Yesterday we flew a hound to her forever home and then transported another one from one foster to another. It was such a rewarding day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted has a blog for HD1, so I will let you click over there to read the story, see the pictures, and watch the news footage- yes, we even made the Greensboro, NC news yesterday. We were dog (pardon the pun) tired when we got home, but it was sooooooooo worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://hounddogone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hound Dog One Blog &lt;/a&gt;for full details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4137421368162439343?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4137421368162439343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4137421368162439343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4137421368162439343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4137421368162439343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/05/hound-dog-one-flight.html' title='Hound Dog One Flight'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4765055772808108493</id><published>2009-05-06T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:29:08.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Guilty</title><content type='html'>So the ring leader over at the Low Country Blog Jam has suggested a blog topic this month to get the ole creative blog juices flowing. Seems things are a little stale on the Ole' Jam. Yes, the Corner is a little dusty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our what is our assignment you ask? Well, Mad Hatter wants to know what our guilty pleasure is. What to we do even though we know we shouldn't. Well.... I have been thinking about this for a few days know and I really don't know what to put here. Now, I'm not saying I lead a disciplined life free of pleasure- oh now sir- FAAAAAAAR from that. I'm just saying I really can't think of something I would consider &lt;em&gt;a guilty &lt;/em&gt;pleasure. See, I see a guilty pleasure like a long bubble bath, a message, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a few too many Starbucks be considered a guilty pleasure? However, I really don't go too often. How about too much coffee in general. But too much compared to whom? Just because I have more than the allotted 2 cups recommended by the Surgeon General or who ever monitors and recommends the coffee consumption in America, should I feel guilty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't think of something I would consider a guilty pleasure right now. Maybe it's that chocolate I had this afternoon, maybe it's that extra diet coke I know I shouldn't have (need to be watching the caffeine), maybe it's the extra hour of sleep I got on Saturday instead of getting up to do house work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya what- I will ponder on this some more and if I come up with something, I'll let ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4765055772808108493?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4765055772808108493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4765055772808108493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4765055772808108493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4765055772808108493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-guilty.html' title='I&apos;m Guilty'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-9118943502235371100</id><published>2009-04-18T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:12:32.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's alieve!!!</title><content type='html'>No, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. Just been neglectful of my little corner of my world.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new you ask? A whole buncha nothing that seems to keep my chasing my tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been preoccupied with the Basset Rescue group-CBHR. Ted and I are getting ready to do a couple air shows representing the group that we are very excited about. The first show is in Ridgeland, SC and Ted will actually be flying in that show. The second show is the Blues Over Beaufort show at the Beaufort Marine Corp Air Station and we are WAAAAAY excited about that one!!! The Blue Angels are flying at that show.  So there is a lot to do to get ready for each one of those shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have company in town right now and we had to get ready for that. My brother &amp;amp; gang was the first round. Now some friends of Teds are here. It's nice to have company here and actually remember that we do live in a very nice corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else- not that this is of any great importance but I'm very excited that some of my favorite TV shows are back on- Rescue Me, Dog Town, Deadliest Catch and 24 is getting GOOOOOD! Will Jack save the world???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about hockey play off season??? hunh- hunh?? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LET'S GO RED WINGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I'm busy doing a whole lotta, well STUFF! Catcha later. Need some coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-9118943502235371100?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9118943502235371100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=9118943502235371100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9118943502235371100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9118943502235371100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-alieve.html' title='She&apos;s alieve!!!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4830908843885878570</id><published>2009-03-08T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:22:51.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half an assignment </title><content type='html'>Well, does a trip to my living room count?? We are putting in new floors and I have lots of pics. I just can't post them to the blog from my phone. Sooo your just gonna hafta wait!! I can't get to my computer right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a couple cool trips planned for later this month that I will share. So I promise there will be updates to come. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4830908843885878570?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4830908843885878570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4830908843885878570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4830908843885878570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4830908843885878570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/03/half-assignment.html' title='Half an assignment '/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2430525111667261965</id><published>2009-02-20T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:42:13.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Met an Angel</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I traveled up to Charleston to volunteer at the CBHR booth at the Southeastern Wildlife Expo. It was a great event with a lot of exposure for CBHR and the hounds. We had a great group of hounds at the booth and they were all very happy to stop traffic by dropping on their backs and asking for belly rubs. It was a very exhausting for all the Charleston area volunteers and I would like to say thank you to them for all their hard work. The event was huge and a great opportunity for CBHR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think I was more excited about was that I finally got to met Miss Twinkle Toes!! Her foster moms life in James Island and they were more than happy to let me come visit. She is so precious!! And such a gentle, sweet, loving hound. She is healing very nicely and still needs to put on some weight, but momma Pauline &amp;amp; Momma Sue are taking very good care of her. She still needs to undergo heartworm treatment, which a very expensive treatment so I am not above asking for your help. Each dog that under goes treatment costs approximately $500 and too often the dog we take into rescue are positive for heartworm. Any little bit helps. So, click on the fundraising link on the right and help out poor TT. Give this precious baby another chance at life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2430525111667261965?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2430525111667261965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2430525111667261965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2430525111667261965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2430525111667261965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-met-angel.html' title='Finally Met an Angel'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7653739188042444534</id><published>2009-02-20T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:27:47.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's pretty amazing</title><content type='html'>Here I sit home with the cootie bug today.  Struggling not to catch the crude. I had a low grade fever last night so I decided to stay home today and keep my germs to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I downloaded this cool program for the iPhone called Wunder Radio. You can listen to different radio stations from all over the country. I am currently listening to the morning show in Detroit. These guys were on a different station in the afternoon when I left Detroit over 4 years ago, now they are on the morning drive time. And thru the great little application I can listen to them on my drive in on my iPhone. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid and it was a big deal and we got our first microwave. And the thing was HUGE! Now I have a phone that searches the internet, allows me to chat with my friends on Facebook, and listen to Detroit radio. WILD!! I wonder what our kid- well, YOUR kids- will have when they grow up? Will they look at our iPhone and iPods and think they are dinosaurs?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is- of course they will!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7653739188042444534?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7653739188042444534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7653739188042444534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7653739188042444534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7653739188042444534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-pretty-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s pretty amazing'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8132042835973100897</id><published>2009-02-15T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:42:34.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Here I am driving down 17 towards Charleston whining to myself how long &amp; boring the drive is when I remembered 14 years ago- in another life I drove for 16 hours to get there. Funny how life changes. I will stop whining and look forward to my Dunkin Donut. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8132042835973100897?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8132042835973100897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8132042835973100897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8132042835973100897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8132042835973100897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-186576898662897410</id><published>2009-02-13T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:56:38.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearly Whites</title><content type='html'>So I have been told by the dental hygienist at the last couple visits that I am on my way toward gum disease and in the need of more advanced cleanings- not quite there but almost. EEEEEEKS! Lets just establish one thing right now- I HATE going to the dentist. Rather have a pap smear than a teeth cleaning. That is just how much I HATE the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was told not to panic- there are things I can do to help combat this from happening- brush &amp;amp; floss twice a day, no sugar pops(notice I didn't say soda here!!), yada, yada, yada. Also a Sonic care tooth brush would help greatly. Well... I have looked the those things for months now and I have &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;what to buy. Timer or no timer? Compact head or full size? Varying speed or one speed? Eh gads- when did brushing your teeth become so complicated???&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amazon once again tonight to shop and become overwhelmed so that is why you found me here. sigh...... Think I'll go get some cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-186576898662897410?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/186576898662897410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=186576898662897410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/186576898662897410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/186576898662897410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/pearly-whites.html' title='Pearly Whites'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-791143943019766315</id><published>2009-02-09T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:03:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit by Garden Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I sit here at my desk in my office I have a nice view of my totally trashed back yard. Why is it trashed you ask? I have two words for you. Basset and Hounds. The hounds have trashed the back yard. They LOVE to run the basset 500 and dig for the moles in the yard so the yard, including the flower beds, look like a mine digging experiment gone array.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the gardening comes into this- I really do love to garden. But my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt; is the sun. Our back yard is hot- very hot. It faces the west so the summer sun is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; hot that the poor plants just wither in the summer sun. So, between the hounds and the sun there are few plants that stand a chance in our back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT- I am not giving up! So, I can't grow my favorite peonies (sniff, sniff) in the sweltering oven we call a back yard. I will find SOMETHING that can survive the basset 500 and the fact you could fry an egg on the driveway in the middle of summer. I may have a buncha fountian grass back there but I will have something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the gardening web pages!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-791143943019766315?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/791143943019766315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=791143943019766315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/791143943019766315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/791143943019766315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-by-garden-bug.html' title='Bit by Garden Bug'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6166092966044799965</id><published>2009-02-05T20:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:51:29.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Assignment Cont</title><content type='html'>This is a my FAVORITE "I HATE the world, you ALL suck, I want to move to an island in the middle of no where" song. Beware- if you don't like the F-bomb- DO NOT click on the video below! Told ya it was my anger management song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_eCIjr1Mb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_eCIjr1Mb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/15940818-6166092966044799965?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6166092966044799965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6166092966044799965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6166092966044799965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6166092966044799965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-assignment-cont.html' title='Writing Assignment Cont'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8749385975754311852</id><published>2009-02-05T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:29:07.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Writting Assignment</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the truncated post earlier- I  had to get my poop in a group and out the door! Now I have time to lolly gag so you can peek deeper into my MP3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Collective Soul... great music to chill to at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a season 7 American Idol junkie and I did download David Cook. But I must say, It's not as edgy as I had hoped for. But still better then some of the other pop crap they have spun off that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some classics on here too- Frank, Etta, Nina Simone. I love "Come Fly with Me". Pretty fitting for the hubby &amp;amp; I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one got Stiff Little Fingers? I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TON &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of Social D. LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have pay tribute to all the greats of grunge rock- Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Our Lady Peace, Chris Cornell, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my fav right now is The Airborne Toxic Event. Here- take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2YnDlEMXiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2YnDlEMXiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/15940818-8749385975754311852?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8749385975754311852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8749385975754311852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8749385975754311852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8749385975754311852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-writting-assignment.html' title='More Writting Assignment'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-329871934103708415</id><published>2009-02-05T06:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:00:33.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Assignment</title><content type='html'>So, you want a peek into my MP3? Kinda the new "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" aint it??  Ok I can share. There aint nothing to hide.  I have a little bit of something in mine. Of course my hubby thinks I have some weird crap in here but doesn't everyone think everyone elses MP3 his weird crap?? Ok- enough stalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about- A Perfect Circle? Got a TON of them....&lt;br /&gt;And I won't lie- I do have the Bee Gees. There is a great dance remix of Staying Alive that is great to move your butt to.&lt;br /&gt;To show my 80's roots, I have a lot of Berlin. Yes Berlin. I &lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt;them when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;To show my other roots there is Kidd Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- that is enough for now. I have to go. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-329871934103708415?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/329871934103708415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=329871934103708415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/329871934103708415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/329871934103708415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-assignment.html' title='Writing Assignment'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8641247533994467812</id><published>2009-01-28T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:10:18.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'> A whole buncha nothin</title><content type='html'>Some one is having a REALLY bad day. I left work almost an hour ago and I have traveled less than a mile on 278. Not a good day for some unluckly peeps. Then there are the ass munches that are honking their horn at other people because oh who in the hell knows why. Damn where do you think you are going?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note aren't you irked by poeple who think they are "important" and must toot their own horn? I got news- honey you ain't all that special. If you were so special, someone else would toot your horn for ya!! That's all I got to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husbands other woman is in the shop for her annual exam. Just like any other woman she needs to get a check up once a year. She will be good as new when she gets home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we seem to be moving now. Guess I should pay attention. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8641247533994467812?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8641247533994467812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8641247533994467812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8641247533994467812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8641247533994467812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-buncha-nothin.html' title=' A whole buncha nothin'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3538631854131301373</id><published>2009-01-22T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:13:51.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cold</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my car with the defroster running waiting for the wind shield to thaw. Its 24 on my cars temp gage. I know, I know. It's colder where you are. But I live in South Carolina!!! it's not supposed to be so damn cold down here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I can see now. Time to so to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3538631854131301373?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3538631854131301373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3538631854131301373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3538631854131301373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3538631854131301373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cold.html' title='I&amp;#39;m cold'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5749904653770419438</id><published>2009-01-17T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:53:29.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-Nxj6FtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zKwAsa9WGSM/s1600-h/HHI09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292290549732742866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-Nxj6FtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zKwAsa9WGSM/s200/HHI09+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-NV-M8pI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HtyliBxX9sc/s1600-h/HHI09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's so cold down here it's CODE! Yes, I know for the folks that are in the REALLY cold parts of the county, we ain't got nothing on you, but it is NOT supposed to be in the teens down here. We never made it out of the 30's yesterday. BUUUR! Now, I know for a fact if I had to go back up to Michigan I would turn into an ice cube. It needs to be March RIGHT QUICK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my lack of posting, I neglected to post that my brother and niece came for a visit between Xmas &amp;amp; New Years. Tori is 8 going on 16. She had some Xmas money and wanted to go shopping. Oh boy, I'm getting old. She did pretty good and got a couple cute things. We also took her up in the plane for her first flight (in a little plane). She was a little nervous at first but once we got over the water and she got to see how cool it was, she loved it. We really didn't do much while they were here, just hung out and I realize how much I miss that little monster! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-NV-M8pI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HtyliBxX9sc/s1600-h/HHI09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292290542326837906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-NV-M8pI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HtyliBxX9sc/s200/HHI09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-M-Ty28I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rpp_rOeLkx4/s1600-h/HHI09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292290535974951874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-M-Ty28I/AAAAAAAAAsM/rpp_rOeLkx4/s200/HHI09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15940818-5749904653770419438?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5749904653770419438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5749904653770419438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5749904653770419438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5749904653770419438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-code.html' title='It&apos;s code'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SXH-Nxj6FtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zKwAsa9WGSM/s72-c/HHI09+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6514543801299792313</id><published>2009-01-10T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:09:24.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A hound dog first</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was proud to be part of the great group of Carolina Basset Hound volunteers, even thought I didn't have much hands on action in the activities of the day. You see, yesterday was the first ever aerial transport of a rescue hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started earlier in the week with a call from the foster coordinator, Brandi. There was a hound in Winton, NC that needed transport to Charleston for an evaluation for surgery and she was having a difficult time coordinating such a long journey. Bradi wanted to know if there was any way we could help. I just knew right then and there, there was no question that Hound Dog One was going to make her maiden journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that Twinkle Toes, a three year old basset, was hit by a car and has a torn ACL and a cracked pelvis. She will need an expensive surgery to repair both. But with the caring, dedication and love of the CBHR volunteers and veterinary clinic that offer their services at reduced rates to the rescue, Twinkle Toes will have another chance at life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about Ms. Toes, please see the story in the Charleston Post &amp;amp; Courier &lt;a href="http://www.charleston.net/news/2009/jan/10/a_hound_just_too_sweet_put_down68007/"&gt;http://www.charleston.net/news/2009/jan/10/a_hound_just_too_sweet_put_down68007/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about CBHR, visit our website at &lt;a href="http://www.cbhr.com/"&gt;http://www.cbhr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUnKS11IoYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUnKS11IoYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/15940818-6514543801299792313?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6514543801299792313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6514543801299792313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6514543801299792313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6514543801299792313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/hound-dog-first.html' title='A hound dog first'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2701684566973985916</id><published>2009-01-01T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:16:35.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone saw 2008 exit safely and welcomed 2009 with whatever brings you joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed enough to spend the evening with my wonderful husband, my brother and my niece. We went to a friend of Teds for a low country boil. We spent the evening with dueling fireworks, a few beers in front of the Bon fire, and eating some yummy oysters. It was a great way to welcome in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a day trip down to Jekyll Island. It was a cold day but still a fun trip. It was a great flight down the coast and Tori enjoyed her first flight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are just chilling watching Roger Rabbit. Happy 2009 everyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2701684566973985916?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2701684566973985916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2701684566973985916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2701684566973985916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2701684566973985916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-9117345107546879916</id><published>2008-12-28T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:23:50.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the fuzzies</title><content type='html'>A fellow Basset volunteer sent this to the CBHR email group and I wanted to share this with all my other dog loving friends. To all my fuzzy friends~ thanks for all the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Dog&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because they "just don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by Richard A. Biby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-9117345107546879916?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9117345107546879916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=9117345107546879916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9117345107546879916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9117345107546879916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/fellow-basset-volunteer-sent-this-to.html' title='To all the fuzzies'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3455400190016190590</id><published>2008-12-27T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:29:54.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas movie</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I went to the movies on Christmas day, an act that is becoming something of a tradition. The place was packed!! Guess a lot of people have the same tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our choice of movie you ask? I chose Marley &amp;amp; Me. For those of you that remotely know us, yo know that we are animal lovers, especially dogs. Well, I have some advice about Marley &amp;amp; Me, DO NOT attend this movie without a GIANT box of tissues. Call us uninformed, living in a cave, whatever you want, but we did not know the details of the end of the movie. Don't worry, I'm not going to blow it for those of you that don't know then ending. But put it this way, we left the theather all red eyed, snotnosed, the front of of our shirts wet from sobbing. Great way to spend a Christmas afternoon! Needless to say, our boys got a very long walk when we got home and they could sniff as many trees they wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice, if you have kids and were considering this movie- make sure you read up on the ending before you go. Some kids may not be able to handle it! I know we couldn't!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3455400190016190590?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3455400190016190590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3455400190016190590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3455400190016190590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3455400190016190590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-movie.html' title='Xmas movie'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1022608269727400809</id><published>2008-12-24T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:27:24.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SVLoOsDDYqI/AAAAAAAAArs/6sNHvaZglKw/s1600-h/leg-lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283540651898790562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SVLoOsDDYqI/AAAAAAAAArs/6sNHvaZglKw/s200/leg-lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I think the Christmas spirit has finally arrived. I'm finally done with work until Monday- now I just need my husband home with me and then we can chill and start our Holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I have done a lot of reflecting and realize while I do miss my family but it's much more than that. The family I miss is the family of days gone by. Many of my loved ones have passed away and that is who I am missing this holiday season. Last I knew, you couldn't buy a plane ticket to visit the past, so I will remember those Christmas' of days gone by and say a little toast to all those I have loved before (Hey- where did Willie Nelson come from???) and hug tight those who I do have around me and celebrate today. Now- enough boo-hoo in the egg nog (no, I haven't broke into that-YET). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share with you one of my favorite holiday songs. Now, you may find this odd as I am not Jewish, but I love the Adam Sandler Chanukah song. Don't ask me why, but I do. It isn't the holiday season until I hear that song. So- enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFb25Lic6Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFb25Lic6Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my other favorite of the Holiday- "You'll shot your eye out" I LOVE THAT MOVIE!! And if you don't know what movie I am talking about- you have no sense of humor. I must watch it on TV. I have the DVD, but I must watch it when it comes on TV- which is tonight. HOT DAMN- Tonight, tonight!! I triple dog dare you not to laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to borrow a line from the Grinch, because I think he said it well- &lt;em&gt;Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all my friends and family. May you always have a hand to clasp and a heart to hold dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1022608269727400809?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1022608269727400809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1022608269727400809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1022608269727400809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1022608269727400809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-arrived.html' title='Finally arrived'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SVLoOsDDYqI/AAAAAAAAArs/6sNHvaZglKw/s72-c/leg-lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4666099891440071486</id><published>2008-12-21T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:30:22.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I started another blog about my traditions and I came to realize that I have not carried many traditions with me through my journey of life. Then that started to make me sad and miss my family and loved ones that have left me behind. But then I realized- I have a truly wonderful life, and while it's OK to miss those you loved, it's important to love those that you are with right now. To live in the moment. Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, traditions are important, but it's hard to keep them when life changes- people come and go. Life moves on. It's time to build new traditions. With those that are here today. So, I will take some of yesterday, and mix it with today and build for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said- Can I still have a Lifesaver Story Book in my stocking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4666099891440071486?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4666099891440071486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4666099891440071486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4666099891440071486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4666099891440071486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8382812389759829412</id><published>2008-12-15T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:34:51.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf showed up</title><content type='html'>Seems an elf showed up over the weekend and got the outside lights and the tree up. Now I'm headed to the post office to mail cards. May the force be with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8382812389759829412?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8382812389759829412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8382812389759829412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8382812389759829412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8382812389759829412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/elf-showed-up.html' title='Elf showed up'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4800632032993956331</id><published>2008-12-12T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:13.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So not into it</title><content type='html'>Tree's not up yet, I have bought one gift so far, haven't baked any cookies- just not into it this year. Every year is getting harder and harder to get in the mood of the season. Maybe it's because there are no little ones around. Maybe it's because the families are so far away. Maybe it's because something really awful happened a few years ago in December that kind of put a damper on the Holiday seasons and I can't shake it. What ever the reason-I just can't get into the mood. But, the plan is for the tree to go up this weekend, the gifts will be bought and sent and there will be some sort of goodies made. Oh joy happy joy. Is it January yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4800632032993956331?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4800632032993956331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4800632032993956331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4800632032993956331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4800632032993956331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-not-into-it.html' title='So not into it'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-124371086351283679</id><published>2008-12-11T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:34:29.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea right. </title><content type='html'>Ok I just saw a school bus driver with a bus full of kids chatting on his phone while driving down the road. Again, I am amazed at the sure genius of some people. Sure hope it was an urgent matter. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-124371086351283679?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/124371086351283679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=124371086351283679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/124371086351283679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/124371086351283679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/12/yea-right.html' title='Yea right. '/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7283007563725204492</id><published>2008-11-29T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:45:35.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it worth it people??</title><content type='html'>Did you hear the story of the temporary Walmart worker that was trampled to death by the mob of shoppers rushing to get into the store on Black Friday? People actually stepped on the man and didn't stop. All in the name of a HDTV on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What has this world come to? Reports said people were lining up outside the store at 9 pm the night before for the 5 am opening. Why? What in the world is that valuable?? Are we that materialistic that the life of a fellow human becomes secondary to the quest of the perfect HDTV to grace our living room? I just can't wrap my head around this. There is no reason for this. None. First, there is no one posession I need in life that bad.   Sure I like to see my loved ones happy on Christmas morning but for what price? All I can say is that I hope that those people are haunted by their selfish and senseless actions. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7283007563725204492?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7283007563725204492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7283007563725204492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7283007563725204492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7283007563725204492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-it-worth-it-people.html' title='Was it worth it people??'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6650289438462618427</id><published>2008-11-27T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:41:03.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sittin and waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mr. Tom just went into the oven. We are having a late dinner this year as we have a friend flying in from the DC area and her plane doesn't land until 6:30ish. Even though there is only three of us for dinner, I have enough food for three times that. I can't just make a little bit of anything. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I learned how to cook for six people, so that is what I usually cook for when it comes to large dinner. Sure I can up size it, but don't ask me to scale it back. Noooooo sir! But, I do like me some leftovers! YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a couple pies last night. An apple and key lime. Not a huge fan of pumpkin so it will not make an apperance at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you and yours have a great Turkey Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some visuals for your pleasure! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SS73gc3KA8I/AAAAAAAAArU/hD5uRPC1JzM/s1600-h/piebefore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273424350572839874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SS73gc3KA8I/AAAAAAAAArU/hD5uRPC1JzM/s320/piebefore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SS73gPCXBbI/AAAAAAAAArM/rBVOFN0qy_E/s1600-h/pie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273424346861733298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SS73gPCXBbI/AAAAAAAAArM/rBVOFN0qy_E/s320/pie.JPG" border="0" /&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/15940818-6650289438462618427?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6650289438462618427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6650289438462618427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6650289438462618427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6650289438462618427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/sittin-and-waiting.html' title='Sittin and waiting'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SS73gc3KA8I/AAAAAAAAArU/hD5uRPC1JzM/s72-c/piebefore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2307602854103264532</id><published>2008-11-19T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:00:53.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Traditions</title><content type='html'>Now I'm hungry! All this talk of yummy food! Maybe this will help shake the hum bugs away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over on the couch there is talk of cookies. Ah cookies. What holiday season would be complete without cookies? I remember being in Grandma's kitchen making sugar cookies with her. How fun it was to pick the colored sugars to decorate the trees, sleighs, or reindeer's. And we always had to have the Cinnamon red hot for Rudolph's nose!! But here is my secret- I hate making sugar cookies now and really don't even enjoy eating them! But they sure were fun to make when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite is the peanut butter blossom- you know, the one with the kiss in the middle. I know this is only a peanut butter cookie with a kiss in the middle and could be made anytime of the year, but I reserve it to only the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love to get the new magazine of cookie recipes around this time of year too and dream of all the good things to come out of my kitchen. I pick out about ten recipes and will get around to making four- if I'm lucky. Always have bigger eyes than I do time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough traditions for now. Now it's bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2307602854103264532?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2307602854103264532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2307602854103264532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2307602854103264532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2307602854103264532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-traditions.html' title='More Traditions'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3051188538868684943</id><published>2008-11-18T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:38:29.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Traditions</title><content type='html'>First, I will say it's hard to keep traditions alive when my family is up in Michigan and life has changed. That isn't a bad thing it just means things are different. One tradition I still like to keep is watching the Lions game, even if they suck harder than normal. It's still a turkey day requirement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tradition I picked up from a former life, a layered strawberry jello dish. It is only made on thanksgiving and is awesome!!! Usually I can't get it to layer right and it looks a hot mess but it's tasty good!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is more but I can't think of them right now. Plus I should be working. I.T. is installing an update on my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3051188538868684943?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3051188538868684943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3051188538868684943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3051188538868684943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3051188538868684943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-traditions.html' title='Holiday Traditions'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5483610359399378222</id><published>2008-11-17T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:50:05.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm choaking</title><content type='html'>I'm choaking on all this "holiday spirit" crap they are shoving down our throats. They started putting up lights on the island the first week of November for heaven sakes. That is just wrong. Just makes me just want to dig in my heels and do.....nothing!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5483610359399378222?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5483610359399378222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5483610359399378222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5483610359399378222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5483610359399378222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-choaking.html' title='I&amp;#39;m choaking'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1034153430487373514</id><published>2008-11-16T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:14:52.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to vote</title><content type='html'>The other day I posted about Achatz Pie being on GMA as a finalist for The Best Slice. The segment aired this morning and now it's time to vote. So, all you people that have had some Achatz pie before- go support the best bie in the country!! ANd for those of you that haven't, just trust me and help me out!! This stuff is good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote here &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/gma"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/gma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn- now I want pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1034153430487373514?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1034153430487373514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1034153430487373514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1034153430487373514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1034153430487373514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-vote.html' title='Time to vote'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6703804495222470855</id><published>2008-11-14T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:31:16.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! </title><content type='html'>The Shuttle launch went off as planned and what an awesome sight!!! The weather was perfect all day and the launch was amazing. I hope we got some good pics of it but they will just not do it justice. It is just something you have to see with your own two eyes. I am so glad I have an amazing hubby that loves to do very cool things together. Thanks honey for yet another birthday present I will never forget. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6703804495222470855?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6703804495222470855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6703804495222470855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6703804495222470855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6703804495222470855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow!!! '/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4271503385287823256</id><published>2008-11-14T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:31:58.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus and counting</title><content type='html'>We made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those curious why we didn't fly- AV gas is still over $5 per gallon. Plus air space is very restricted so easier to drive. But anyone that has drove to FL knows how exciting it is- Not!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are here and just had an IHOP start of the day and ready to head over to Kennedy Space Center. The Wx forecast has improved and the probabilty for favorable conditions for launch is now up to 80%, up from 60% yesterday am. NASA aldo reports they are not working any issues at this time so all systems are a go for launch.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will go play today, eat some space ice cream, try not to press any red buttons and hopefully have one hella show at 7:55 tonight!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post more later.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4271503385287823256?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4271503385287823256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4271503385287823256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4271503385287823256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4271503385287823256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/t-minus-and-counting.html' title='T minus and counting'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8270630757991277978</id><published>2008-11-13T20:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:06:33.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misson command</title><content type='html'>I write to you from I-95 in FL not too far from St. Aug. We are headed to Kennedy Space Center to watch the Space Shuttle launch. This is my b- day present from hubby. I have never seen a launch nor been to the Space Center so I'm excited. It's been on our list of places to go so we thought this would be a great time to go. So here we go with all semis and the Yankees driving 100mph on your bumper. Ahhhh the fun of 95. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8270630757991277978?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8270630757991277978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8270630757991277978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8270630757991277978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8270630757991277978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/misson-command.html' title='Misson command'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3488691986863596919</id><published>2008-11-12T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:36:26.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimp</title><content type='html'>Headed out to meet the other half and some friends. I jump ok the car and think buuiuuur it's chilly. Shoulda grabed a coat. Then I look at the temp-it's 64. It's official- I have been Southernized. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3488691986863596919?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3488691986863596919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3488691986863596919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3488691986863596919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3488691986863596919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/wimp.html' title='Wimp'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4176875581273964898</id><published>2008-11-12T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:44:30.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Achatz Pie</title><content type='html'>For those of you in Mi, Achatz Pie Comp will be on Good Morning America this Sat. They are in the final 4 of the best slice competation. The Michigan Four Berry is the pie that will be judged and it is yummy good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in Mi, Achatz started in the teeny tiny town I grew up in, Armada. These pies are to DIE FOR!!! They have been on our dinner tables many, many times. I am posting this from my phone so I can't post a link but hop on over to Google and search them up. Maybe even order one for Turkey day as a treat. Gooooood stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the home town team!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4176875581273964898?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4176875581273964898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4176875581273964898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4176875581273964898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4176875581273964898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/achatz-pie.html' title='Achatz Pie'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4987545415970772893</id><published>2008-11-12T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:04:42.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case</title><content type='html'>Y'all were wondering what in the heck yesterdays post was all about, yes it was about work. The J-O-B. Just wasn't feeling it yesterday. You work your ass off and it ain't ever enough. Plus I was forced to look at the to do list in totatatly. That is never a good thing. Very overwhelming. But I know better than to whine. I have a J-O-B to go to every morning which is more than some can say. I was having a moment. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4987545415970772893?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4987545415970772893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4987545415970772893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4987545415970772893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4987545415970772893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-case.html' title='In case'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8959939176283622452</id><published>2008-11-11T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:51:58.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>There so has to be something better out there! But I am just supposed to be thankful I have something- right?? Cha riiiiiiight......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8959939176283622452?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8959939176283622452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8959939176283622452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8959939176283622452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8959939176283622452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1775272107819554824</id><published>2008-11-08T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:17:39.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Hounds Holiday Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone! Soon it will be time to shop for the Holiday season and here is an easy way to shop for the holidays and help donate for the Carolina Basset Hound Rescue when you shop online. Register at &lt;a href="http://www.onecause.com/"&gt;http://www.onecause.com/&lt;/a&gt; and buy through their site and then they will donate a percentage to CBHR. Just pick Carolina Basset Hound Rescue as your cause. One of my favorite stores, Barnes and Noble, donates 3% of your purchases to your "cause". It's a good thing to keep in mind when shopping for the holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stores include Target, Eddie Bauer, LL Bean, Amazon, Overstock, even Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do a little Christmas shopping and help out the Hounds. Luke and Mason say THANK YOU and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SRWRYViLucI/AAAAAAAAArE/guQkQXV1zjo/s1600-h/IMG_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266275186563070402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SRWRYViLucI/AAAAAAAAArE/guQkQXV1zjo/s320/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1775272107819554824?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1775272107819554824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1775272107819554824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1775272107819554824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1775272107819554824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-hounds-holiday-shop.html' title='Help Hounds Holiday Shop'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SRWRYViLucI/AAAAAAAAArE/guQkQXV1zjo/s72-c/IMG_2330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8653054864157656806</id><published>2008-11-07T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:19:13.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. I must say, it was a very nice day. Yes, I did go to work but hey at least I have a job to go to! Several of my friends at work made me a cake, decked out my in ballons and just had a decent day. Then my wonderful husband took out to dinner at Charlie Crab. YUM!!! And I don't even care about being a year older. I have a great life and a lot to be thankful for so another year is no threat to me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8653054864157656806?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8653054864157656806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8653054864157656806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8653054864157656806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8653054864157656806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-day.html' title='Happy day'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5234424520446152928</id><published>2008-11-06T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:53:33.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!!</title><content type='html'>The sun is back!!! I thought I was transported back to Michigan for a few days with all the gray and drizzle. Bluck.... Guess that helps me know I couldn't live in Seattle. Too bad, I think Seattle and I would get along very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5234424520446152928?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5234424520446152928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5234424520446152928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5234424520446152928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5234424520446152928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='Yay!!!!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8395805262566011722</id><published>2008-11-05T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:39:59.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloging on the go</title><content type='html'>I have a new toy! We upgraded our phones a couple weeks ago and now have iPhone. So still trying to figure them out but I am posting from my phone. How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8395805262566011722?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8395805262566011722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8395805262566011722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8395805262566011722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8395805262566011722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloging-on-go.html' title='Bloging on the go'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8106535091109982599</id><published>2008-10-18T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:14:02.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>Well, I have no words of wisdom to say today. Just trying to stay awake to watch SNL tonight. Should be a hoot with Palin on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in Dallas earlier this week for work- didn't see much besides the hotel and some stores around it. BIG city though. Had some really bad Mexican food there. Geez people, they are like you damn neighbors- figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza from Bada Bings tonight- eh-it was OK. Still miss my Chicago Deep Dish. We are headed to FL next month. May have to go to &lt;a href="http://www.giordanos.com/main.php"&gt;Giordanos&lt;/a&gt; for some REAL pizza. Screw the damn diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping NASA can keep their poop in a group and keep the Shuttle launch on schedule. Hubby is going to take be down there for my b-day. It's a night launch and that will be mucho cool!! The only launch I ever saw was either on TV or from the HHI beach. I have a feeling it will be a tad different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- I was checkin out a yankee's blog a saw today's is Sweetest Day- y'all know what that is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- time to go do something to wake up! Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8106535091109982599?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8106535091109982599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8106535091109982599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8106535091109982599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8106535091109982599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5071196736479670724</id><published>2008-10-05T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:44:52.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Following my millions</title><content type='html'>Well, I still don't have my millions and still haven't figured out what I want to do when I grow up. But, I must tell you, one of our friends got married yesterday and I ended up being a florist and part of the catering crew- and I must tell you- I actually had fun! This is the 5th wedding I have either done all of the flowers or most of the flowers and it is something I really enjoy doing. Granted, I do get a little stressed out when all the damn roses break, but hey- that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little secret- daddy was a florist before I was born. If you had ever met my father, you would never picture him to be a florist. He was a true neck thru &amp;amp; thru! Flannel shirt, University of Michigan baseball cap were standard ware and a pack of Marlboro Lights and a can of Busch beer were always within reach. But that man was &lt;em&gt;creative!&lt;/em&gt; He used to scrapbook before it was a &lt;em&gt;good thing&lt;/em&gt;. I guess I picked up his creative gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe this is what I want to do with life. But does it pay the bills?? Or would that also become just another j-o-b after awhile? All I know, I was enjoying myself yesterday. Even though I was working my arse off, I had fun. Making someone else day beautiful and helping them be happy was very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is not the first time I have thought of this either. Several years ago I read an article about a florist that walked away from a healthcare career to become a florist and now she is one of the most desired florist in Savannah. Well, I went to talk to her to see how she did it. While it seems easy enough, I just don't know if it would work. Talk about market saturation and needing to have a following. Guess I need to become uber talented, move to a big city, get in with the in crowd and start designing for the rich &amp;amp; famous! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5071196736479670724?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5071196736479670724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5071196736479670724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5071196736479670724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5071196736479670724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/10/following-my-millions.html' title='Following my millions'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7809201164744216349</id><published>2008-10-01T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:08:23.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a million dollars...</title><content type='html'>I think everyone ponders this questions from time to time- what would you do if you had a million dollars? Would you quit your job? Would you buy a new house, new car and play video games all day? Honestly, that sounds great for about-well, for me never cuz I hate video games but the whole living idol sounds great for about two weeks and then I think I would need to find something to do. But my question is- what? Maybe, a better title for this blog should be do you know your Nirvana? What makes your heart beat purple peanut butter? Hunh you say?? Never heard that one?? Purple peanut butter is what makes you makes you tick- What makes you happy. Do you know? I sure in the hell don't. I am just curious just how many people out there in the would really knows that makes them truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, say my family, my kids- that's a given. I am talking about what you &lt;em&gt;do. &lt;/em&gt;What activity just makes you want to hop out of bed each morning and begin the day with a smile? If I had a million dollars and not have to worry about how I was going to keep a roof over my head and food on the table, then would I know what my purple peanut butter was?&lt;br /&gt;Don't read this wrong- I am not talking about a how-to-get rich-so-I-never-have-to-work-again. I am talking about fulfillment. I am talking about satisfaction. I am talking about-well, purple peanut butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7809201164744216349?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7809201164744216349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7809201164744216349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7809201164744216349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7809201164744216349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-had-million-dollars.html' title='If I had a million dollars...'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3361562747293918611</id><published>2008-09-21T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:11:51.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the deep end</title><content type='html'>Y'all- my dog has lost it. Our youngest hound Mason, has become obsessed with lizards. You know, those little green guys that run around our yards. Well, he will lay in our back yard and stare at the fence for hours looking for a lizard to run up the fence. Should he find one, he will charge the fence, slam into the fence at full force so the lizard flies through the air. He will then feverishly search the ground for the forsaken creature. Sigh..... Guess where Mason is now?&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find him an interactive toy. That boy is b-o-r-e-d!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3361562747293918611?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3361562747293918611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3361562747293918611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3361562747293918611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3361562747293918611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/off-deep-end.html' title='Off the deep end'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-9041719542455863546</id><published>2008-09-20T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:58:31.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter PAAAAAW-ty!</title><content type='html'>It’s official- CBHR will be participating in the 3Rd Annual Palmetto Animal League Shelter Party. This event draws about 4,000 people each year. (That’s quite a crowd for our little town!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmetto Animal League Shelter Party&lt;br /&gt;Bluffton, SC&lt;br /&gt;11-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBHR will participate in the 3rd annual PALMETTO ANIMAL LEAGUE SHELTER PARTY. Join us on Saturday October 11 from 11-3 at the Bluffton Village (between the Post Office and Bluffton Library). To date, the event will have dog contests including best dressed, stupid pet trick, and cutest pet. PAL will offer: $5 rabies $10 micro chip $12 distemper combos canine and feline There will be a cakewalk, raffles for a variety of wonderful items, a vendor village, the Marine Corps K-9 team will be there, plus SPECIAL GUESTS TO BE ANNOUNCED presenting a special event you don’t want to miss. Admission is free. You simply buy your tickets for the food or events you want to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on out and meet Luke and Mason. Hopefully we will have some other CBHR hounds down for a visit from Charleston. However, the hounds are in such high demand- they have another event that day they must attend. It's tough being a star!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-9041719542455863546?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9041719542455863546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=9041719542455863546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9041719542455863546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9041719542455863546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/shelter-paaaaaw-ty.html' title='Shelter PAAAAAW-ty!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8150961336613009290</id><published>2008-09-14T14:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:13:41.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SM1UF8ga24I/AAAAAAAAAqE/gFi5tqY7UEs/s1600-h/overrated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245941602074680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SM1UF8ga24I/AAAAAAAAAqE/gFi5tqY7UEs/s320/overrated.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving it that OSU got the snot beat out of them yesterday! Yes, Michigan lost too but I don't care. They are sucking this year, yes I know. I will admit it. My hatred for OSU runs much deeper than they are arch rivels of UM. It has to do with OSU being crammed down our throats time and time again. I believe they are the most over rated team in the HISTORY of college football! I just love the fact that they self destrcuct at every big game they have. BBBBBBRRRRHAAAAHHHHAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8150961336613009290?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8150961336613009290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8150961336613009290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8150961336613009290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8150961336613009290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m loving it!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SM1UF8ga24I/AAAAAAAAAqE/gFi5tqY7UEs/s72-c/overrated.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-153784754437380629</id><published>2008-09-11T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:02:22.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SMmjcv-LCAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dHjXAGKWrFE/s1600-h/Sept11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902955358554114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SMmjcv-LCAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dHjXAGKWrFE/s400/Sept11.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/15940818-153784754437380629?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/153784754437380629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=153784754437380629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/153784754437380629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/153784754437380629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SMmjcv-LCAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/dHjXAGKWrFE/s72-c/Sept11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5553528240727920773</id><published>2008-09-07T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:27:52.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ending for "The Girls"</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember another blog I posted about a couple of hounds we had in rescue, Cilla and Dusty. They were two puppy mill breeding dogs that came to CBHR in bad shape early this year. Well, I am very pleased to report that they have found their forever home, together!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't know how much this makes my hear just sing!! I can not stand to see an animal mistreated and when the story has a happy end, which many times it does not, it makes your heart sing with joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See "The Girls", as the CBHR volunteers so fondly call them, at &lt;a href="http://cillaanddusty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://cillaanddusty.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5553528240727920773?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5553528240727920773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5553528240727920773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5553528240727920773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5553528240727920773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-ending-for-girls.html' title='Happy ending for &quot;The Girls&quot;'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1933726422930221469</id><published>2008-09-07T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:59:44.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a secret...</title><content type='html'>I know this is kinda out of season, but I was surfing You Tube and Napster this afternoon and ran across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a proud American Idol hater. Used to think that anyone that had one shred of talent was cast aside while some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smuck&lt;/span&gt; was pushed forward week after week. Well, I got sucked into the vortex this past season. Why you ask? Well, for those that know me well you know that I am a rocker chick. I don't like pop music as I think it lacks substance and feeling. I can't stand country because it makes me want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt; a bottle of Jack and cry my eyes out. But... David Cook. Man- could he rock it out!! There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; that showed some talent. He wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to make a song his own.&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope for is that his own recordings sticks to is roots. No gushy pop shit. Give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; along the lines of Our Lady Peace and we will be A-OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1933726422930221469?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1933726422930221469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1933726422930221469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1933726422930221469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1933726422930221469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a secret...'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4411678638234522491</id><published>2008-09-06T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:41:45.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Dog has their day</title><content type='html'>Did anyone catch the show "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DogTown&lt;/span&gt;" on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NatGeo&lt;/span&gt; last night? It was the season premier and the two hour special was "Saving the Michael Vick Dogs". The show profiled Best Friend Animal Sanctuary in Utah that took 22 of the worse cases. Some of these dogs were deemed the most dangerous. The show focused on 4 dogs in particular, with one, Meryl, who was ordered by the court never to be adopted because she was so aggressive, even to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the Vick story, it was one that broke my heart and horrified me that an animal could be treated so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cruelly&lt;/span&gt;. However, this story offers hope and a silver lining to the story. It also proves something that we have seen in the hound rescue; despite how horrible their life may have been, dogs are forgiving creatures. This is an amazing story of hope, faith and one that will make you both laugh and cry. I'm not going to tell you how it ends, because it hasn't. The dogs are still in care. But if you love dogs, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org/vickdogs/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Even better, try to catch the show. It is an amazing story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4411678638234522491?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4411678638234522491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4411678638234522491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4411678638234522491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4411678638234522491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-dog-has-their-day.html' title='Every Dog has their day'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5948959505058218588</id><published>2008-09-06T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:36:00.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>Hanna who?? Man what a joke. We have more wind and rain in a afternoon thunderstorm than miss priss Hanna brought to us here in the B-Town. I think the official total here at Tedwards Weather Center (The Lowcounty's Best Weather Source) was .62 inches. yawn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to drag all my shit out of the garage....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5948959505058218588?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5948959505058218588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5948959505058218588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5948959505058218588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5948959505058218588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4938874214706404010</id><published>2008-09-05T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:22:21.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate unannounced visitors!</title><content type='html'>Well, that bitch Hanna is gonna be visiting sometime later today. Thankfully she is not as strong as she was once forecasted to be but it will still be a very rainy, windy, sloppy day both today and early tomorrow. So, everything is in from outside, extra batteries are on hand and water in in place- &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; in case. And we moved the plane inland to a hanger. We didn't want her to be outside in the wind. The weather geeks were have trouble forecasting the path and strength of Hanna so, Henrietta packed her bags and moved.  Can't say I blame her. So we are ready as we are gonna get. BRING IT ON!!&lt;br /&gt;Now- tell her big brother Ike to go away. He scares me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let ya know the aftermath... Right now time for hound breakfast and still gotta go to work today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4938874214706404010?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4938874214706404010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4938874214706404010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4938874214706404010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4938874214706404010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-unannounced-visitors.html' title='I hate unannounced visitors!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2194201291682496266</id><published>2008-09-01T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:38:54.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well.... this doesn't look to promising, does it?? This is TS Hanna. Notice that we are right in the middle of all the storm tracks. Now, this is only projected to be a tropical storm or a Cat 1 hurricane but still could come either right over our heads or very close to us. But, until her big brother is done with his terror on the Gulf, we won't hear too much about her by the putzes on the Weather Channel. So, I have my personal weather man on high alert scoping out the situation. He does a better job anyhow!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to go count the batteries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLv-X-fOF2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hBfZouhGz9Y/s1600-h/hanna+090108.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241062279240095586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLv-X-fOF2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hBfZouhGz9Y/s320/hanna+090108.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2194201291682496266?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2194201291682496266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2194201291682496266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2194201291682496266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2194201291682496266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/flipping-fantastic.html' title='Flipping fantastic'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLv-X-fOF2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/hBfZouhGz9Y/s72-c/hanna+090108.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8630821001473552523</id><published>2008-08-31T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:33:37.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Paradise</title><content type='html'>I was surfing MySpace Videos and ran across this video. This is where my friend over at Mindless Chatter lives. Well, this is what the song writer has to say- I can't say it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me do a song really quick about a small town up here called Paradise. Michigan has Paradise as well as Hell Michigan. It's kind of interesting. And, Um Paradise is a place...I noticed when we went up there to play a football tournament in high school, I noticed that there was all these single mothers and women and grandmothers but there weren't any men, and so I had sort of devised a story in my mind that they had all died in the war and that they were all widows. But they were really a very happy and optimistic community and they all seemed to be working together, and it was, like, women of the world take over. This is for the widows in Paradise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=6545484"&gt;Sufjan Stevens; For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=6545484,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=6545484,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/15940818-8630821001473552523?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8630821001473552523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8630821001473552523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8630821001473552523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8630821001473552523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-paradise.html' title='In Paradise'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-9064729733147217998</id><published>2008-08-31T08:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:18:24.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a corvette?</title><content type='html'>And help a homeless hound at the same time?? Carolina Basset Hound Rescue is raffling a 1961 Corvette Roadster. How sweet is this baby??? Click on the link to purchase tickets and help a homeless hound. &lt;a href="http://www.corvetteraffleonline.com/CBHR"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.corvetteraffleonline.com/CBHR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully endorsed by Luke &amp;amp; Mason, of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLCu6CPZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wY66Gl_feLg/s1600-h/Corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240653995466440082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLCu6CPZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wY66Gl_feLg/s320/Corvette.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLRAb2_0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4K0Orgn2pI/s1600-h/corvette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240654240689880898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLRAb2_0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4K0Orgn2pI/s320/corvette2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLCcxkB6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ekNTPyPK5vY/s1600-h/corvette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-9064729733147217998?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9064729733147217998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=9064729733147217998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9064729733147217998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/9064729733147217998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/want-corvette.html' title='Want a corvette?'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SLqLCu6CPZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wY66Gl_feLg/s72-c/Corvette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-176393828194228807</id><published>2008-08-30T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:24:28.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole latta nothin</title><content type='html'>I ain't had much to say lately as you can tell. Just kinda hanging out doing my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is everyone doing with their long weekend? Me- I have no idea. I really should do something constructive with myself but I have a feeling that won't happen. Ted is working all weekend, so I will be left to my own devices. Don't worry, they hounds keep me in line. They have me on such a schedule. Notice, I didn't say I have THEM on a schedule. Oh no, quite the opposite. I can almost set my watch by the time they will start bugging me for a walk every evening. But it is good for me to get my ass off the couch and move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed the seasons are about ready to change? It's not quite stifling hot in the evenings any longer and it is getting darker earlier. I am ready. Bring on the cooler temps. I enjoy the fall down here. It has always been my favorite season but I used to dread it up north because I knew what came after it- SNOW! At least here, it's just cooler temps. That I can handle. Ok want to freak out a little- 116 days until Christmas! Still in triple digits so not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that Big Fuzzy, aka Logan, is doing very well. He gets is stitches out today and the report came back as only Inflammatory Bowel Disease! YEAAAAA!!! So, meds and diet change. I can see that he is already feeling better. He lost a lot of weight and I hope that he puts some of that back on now that he is eatting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok must go bust up the barking downstairs- damn hounds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-176393828194228807?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/176393828194228807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=176393828194228807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/176393828194228807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/176393828194228807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/whole-latta-nothin.html' title='Whole latta nothin'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8232960676916431529</id><published>2008-08-23T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:58:09.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football?</title><content type='html'>The Jeps/NJI fantasy football draft was last night. For those of you ready this from a far, My hubby works for NJI and we have several friends that form a league every year. I was the QUEEN last year and won it all- YEA BABY. But alas, it is a new season and no more Tom Brady for me. So we will see how well I drafted this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Puppy is home and feeling pretty good. His incision is looking good and he goes back for a recheck on Monday. We won't have the path results until mid-week but he seems to be doing better. We will keep our paws crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some of the outer bands of TS Fay, but it wasn't too bad. It has rained every day since the 17th and we had some bands of rain and wind the last couple days but nothing to get too excited about. We picked up 7.76 inches since the 17th. Nothing like our neighbors in FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too wordsmithy tonight- kinda sleepy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8232960676916431529?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8232960676916431529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8232960676916431529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8232960676916431529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8232960676916431529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are you ready for some football?'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7437067627135580256</id><published>2008-08-21T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:43:38.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan update</title><content type='html'>Logan did just fine with his surgery this morning and they don't see any obvious signs of cancer. The vet said his intestines are very inflamed and he thinks it is more of an inflammatory disease than cancer. But we will have to wait for the pathology report to know for sure and to create a course of treatment. The good news was that all of his orgens looks good and there were no obvious signs. So, hopefully through some meds and diets change, my big fuzzy will be feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted went to check on him short after his procedure and he was still pretty groggy but looked good. I check on him this afternoon and other than the fact that he wanted to go home and had a naked belly, he looked good. He was panting pretty heavy so I know he was pretty worked up and needs to rest. So he will stay there tonight and he will see what our next step is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for the drool- it worked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7437067627135580256?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7437067627135580256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7437067627135580256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7437067627135580256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7437067627135580256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/logan-update.html' title='Logan update'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6878466229455081554</id><published>2008-08-21T07:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:18:40.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some healing drool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SK1OR1hzABI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MH4z0nFmFac/s1600-h/Sillman+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236928010035331090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SK1OR1hzABI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MH4z0nFmFac/s400/Sillman+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some healing drool flung our way y’all. My husky, Logan, is going in for a biopsy of is bowels today.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have remembered the explosive diarrhea fireworks around my house on July 4th, well he never really got better. It subsided some but he still wasn’t &lt;br /&gt;“himself”. We have tried many different therapies and did an x-ray &amp;amp; Ultrasound earlier this week and the Dr saw some loops and inflammation in his bowels. He thinks it could be irritable bowel disease or something as drastic as cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep your paws crossed and fling some healing drool your way for my big fuzzy Logan. He is the big brother of my hounds and shows them how to chill out and puts them in their place when they get too wild. I adopted Logan when he was 6 and at the age of 11, he and I have been through a lot together in the past 5 years. I know Luke &amp;amp; Mason have their drool one extra high healing factor today for their big brother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6878466229455081554?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6878466229455081554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6878466229455081554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6878466229455081554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6878466229455081554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-some-healing-drool.html' title='Need some healing drool'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SK1OR1hzABI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MH4z0nFmFac/s72-c/Sillman+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3857903914172697555</id><published>2008-08-11T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:12:41.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New legs for Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SKD4x3_Q3EI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hJQSCas8mi4/s1600-h/Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233456302731091010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SKD4x3_Q3EI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hJQSCas8mi4/s400/Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ted did a very good deed today. But I am getting a little ahead of myself- let me back up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we were planning on taking a trip in the plane somewhere this past weekend but didn't know where. We just wanted to do a quick day trip. Then Ted saw a post on Bluffton Today from our friend Karen from Maranatha Farms- she and her hubby have a fantastic animal rescue outside Bluffton. She was looking for someone to take a doggie wheelchair up near Atlanta over the weekend. You see, people are always traveling back and forth so she was hoping it could hitch a ride with someone. Well.... you guessed it- we decided we needed to fly it! But, due to some scheduling conflicts, it didn't happen until today. But the happy news is...BLUE HAS NEW LEGS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is a 5 year old husky that had a reputed disk that caused him to lose mobility in his hind legs. Thanks to Hilton Head Prep students Chase Dillon and Zachary June for donating their birthday money to buy the supplies, and to Dwane Wilkins for completing the new legs and to Captain Tedward for transporting, Blue was able to zoom around his yard all by himself tonight. We did not have the luxery of meeting Blue in person, but this special boy will hold a place dear in my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3857903914172697555?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3857903914172697555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3857903914172697555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3857903914172697555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3857903914172697555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-legs-for-blue.html' title='New legs for Blue'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SKD4x3_Q3EI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hJQSCas8mi4/s72-c/Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1331306597308596245</id><published>2008-08-01T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:46:57.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My door</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I used to make a collage on my bedroom closet door. Anything I found interesting found a home on my personal faceplate. It could be a cool magazine photo- riiiiiiip, up it went. It could be a concert ticket, a movie stub, a candy bar wrapper- it didn't matter, if I thought it was cool, or if it had meaning to me- up it went. I guess it was a prehistoric version of MySpace..... only, it was only in my bedroom. Not many people saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However- I stopped doing that- why? Well, it doesn't have to be my closet door per se, but I have stopped looking-no seeing- things with an artistic eye.  Why? Too busy? Nah- not really. Too lazy- could be.... I need to get back to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1331306597308596245?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1331306597308596245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1331306597308596245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1331306597308596245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1331306597308596245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-door.html' title='My door'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3749780801691975787</id><published>2008-07-30T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:06:18.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good they do go home</title><content type='html'>We have proof the Ohio-nites go home. Tedward and I were headed North on the Gawd forsaken I-95 this weekend and the license plates were 3-1 ratio Ohio- and we were in South Carolina! There were more Ohio plates in SC than there were SC plates. Good news was- there were headed North!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3749780801691975787?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3749780801691975787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3749780801691975787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3749780801691975787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3749780801691975787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-they-do-go-home.html' title='Good they do go home'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5407303806261798313</id><published>2008-07-24T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:00:03.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Move it numbnuts!</title><content type='html'>Man- this fries my french fries!! Why do people insist on walking down the middle of the aisle in the damn parking lot?? I was at the store this evening and here is a family of four walking side by side- down the middle of the damn aisle. DUH- don't you know there are these big things called vehicles that hurt if they hit you??? DUH......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5407303806261798313?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5407303806261798313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5407303806261798313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5407303806261798313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5407303806261798313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/move-it-numbnuts.html' title='Move it numbnuts!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1498634811656012926</id><published>2008-07-22T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:57:45.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Why do they sell hamburger in 1.25 pound packages? When was the last time you had a recipe that called for 1.25 pounds of burger? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIadDjK7l8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/zUInwDehX5U/s1600-h/Slippers_Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037101916297154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIadDjK7l8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/zUInwDehX5U/s200/Slippers_Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why on Gods Green Earth would you ride a motor cycle in your house shoes?? Swear to God, I saw it... On Sunday. Oh yea, no helmet either. We don't need one down here. And no, they were not shoes... they were house slippers. And they didn't look this good either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are the gnats baaaaaaaack??? Maybe they weren't gnats but they were some type of flying teeth- annoying. Too damn hot for them- go away!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I leave you with this picture for all of you to ponder for yourselves....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226038127189240610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIad_OnDKyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7BitCXnIPj8/s320/MEXICAN+NAVY+SEAL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1498634811656012926?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1498634811656012926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1498634811656012926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1498634811656012926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1498634811656012926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-ponder.html' title='I ponder...'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIadDjK7l8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/zUInwDehX5U/s72-c/Slippers_Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6619876710786037987</id><published>2008-07-20T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:14:39.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad story from Paradise</title><content type='html'>One of friends from a former life (I have a couple former lives) now lives in Paradise, MI. You can find her over on the &lt;em&gt;Everyday Chatter&lt;/em&gt; blog. Paradise is a small town in the UP of Michigan that nestles against the shores of Lake Superior. It is a quite and peaceful town and they have been rocked to their very core by a tragedy that makes sense to no one. William is just a small boy of the age of two and he let himself out of the house and his parents found him the shallow waters of Whitefish Bay but it was too late. Read the story &lt;a href="http://www.9and10news.com/category/story/?id=138554"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family, and this town, need all the positive thoughts they can get. Please keep them in your thoughts and your hearts and wish them peace and comfort in this time of great grief and sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6619876710786037987?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6619876710786037987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6619876710786037987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6619876710786037987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6619876710786037987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-story-from-paradise.html' title='Sad story from Paradise'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3555538680639319837</id><published>2008-07-19T09:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:53:58.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Cigar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIHqbpO4jLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hnCbkOuUaL4/s1600-h/TD+three+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224714803372133554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIHqbpO4jLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hnCbkOuUaL4/s320/TD+three+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close, but no cigar. Yep, this is Tropical Depression Three of the 2008 Hurricane Season, and it is most likely going to miss us &lt;br&gt;      completely. It is funny what living in Hurricane country will do to you. A few short years ago, something like this would freak me out and I would be all worried. Now, when this popped up a couple days ago and they were forecasting this to come right over our heads today, I was ticked off that I wasn't going to be able to go to the Beaufort Water Festival Art Show today! Don't get me wrong, this can make a hell of a mess with all the rain and flooding, but it is just not a scary as a hurricane. We have been through a couple of these already and one must watch out for your plastic chairs, you never know where they will end up. Ted is all bummed out that it is dodging us. To tell you the truth, we need the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;So, I have a question for all you people that live in 'Cane County- are you going if and when the time comes? It is a fact that Bluffton and Hilton Head area is now so densely populated that the Beaufort County infrastructure would take forever to evacuate the area. The Hurricane Center issues a Watch when conditions will be in your area within 36 hours and issue a Warning when conditions will be in your area within 24 hours. Beaufort County officials estimate it will take 30 hours to fully evacuate the area- 30 hours. Here is the conundrum- we have been under Hurricane watches before and not a drop of rain has fell- the storm path changed. These storms are very hard to predicate. So, do you issue mandatory evacuations during a watch to ensure the population has enough time to leave and risk the storm may never come or wait until the warning and jeopardize all will not escape the storm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you do? All I know, it will be a MAJOR CF when the time comes.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3555538680639319837?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3555538680639319837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3555538680639319837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3555538680639319837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3555538680639319837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-cigar.html' title='No Cigar'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SIHqbpO4jLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hnCbkOuUaL4/s72-c/TD+three+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6507677981399460786</id><published>2008-07-17T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:30:59.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a hairball in my throat</title><content type='html'>or at least it feels like it! The damn antibiotics the doc gave me for my sinus infection caused my stomach to flip out and now it feels like I have a hair ball stuck in the my throat. GACK! So, after feeling like I wanted to puke all evening last night, I headed down to urgent care today to get different meds to help calm down my stomach. God Gawd... does it ever end????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is a Deadliest Catch watcher? Whatca think is gonna happen to Capt Phil? I must say he is on of my favorite Capts and I was bummed he wasn't back on the boat but very relieved that it wasn't the big C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and what they hell is up with the Rescue Me "minisodes" Kiss my ass! I know, I know... the writers strike. yea, yea, yea..... They are 4 freakin minutes long!!! And we have to put up with this crap until January??? But guess what- I will. I love that show. It is very well written and I love what Denis Leary does for the FDNY as well. A true case to giving back. These are about the only two MUST SEE TV for us. Let rest is just mind numbing noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took the plane up over Bluffton to take some shots of our town from the air. Check them out &lt;a href="http://spotted.blufftontoday.com/galleries/index.php?id=312768"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- of to the couch to veg for a few. I am sure there is a hound walk in the future....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6507677981399460786?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6507677981399460786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6507677981399460786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6507677981399460786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6507677981399460786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-hairball-in-my-throat.html' title='I have a hairball in my throat'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-7685409990957658152</id><published>2008-07-12T08:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:02:18.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Feeling like a slug this morning. After the usual 6 am wake up call from Luke, he then let me sleep in until 8:30 when I was awoken from me slumber from a symphony of barking hounds. Seems another hound had the &lt;em&gt;nerve &lt;/em&gt;to walk past our house! So, Coffee is next to me and I am trying to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHioMkyVh1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ugtdiRkY0Z4/s1600-h/Luke+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222108701922789202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHioMkyVh1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ugtdiRkY0Z4/s200/Luke+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, lets talk about these 6 am calls, shall we?? Luke will wake up EVERY morning between 5:45 and 6:30. One would argue that he has to potty. Well, not really. He is just ready to be up. For a few minutes. He has to go one perimeter patrol and make sure the yard is safe from the intrusion of lizards, toads and bugs. Then he might pee. Then he will come back in and go back to help. OK, with all of those spots, there has to be a reset button somewhere! Lets turn back the clock buddy! Even on a work day, you are too early and on on weekends, furgeddabutit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHipnwo2xpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/SHJ5GF1fOJM/s1600-h/Hounds+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222110268472346258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHipnwo2xpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/SHJ5GF1fOJM/s200/Hounds+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mason's normal position when I get up. He doesn't usually &lt;div&gt;move. He and Logan are always slow to get going in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually Luke is on his way in when they are on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are my children. I am the crazy lady that has no children and loves her dogs to death. Thankfully, I do not dress&lt;br /&gt;them in baby clothes and take them for walks in a stroller! Nope&lt;br /&gt;They are still dogs- act like dogs, sound like dogs and smell like dogs. I just love um to death!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-7685409990957658152?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7685409990957658152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=7685409990957658152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7685409990957658152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/7685409990957658152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHioMkyVh1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ugtdiRkY0Z4/s72-c/Luke+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8503908208258139705</id><published>2008-07-08T20:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:17:50.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer bugs</title><content type='html'>No, not the kind that fly through the air, these are the kind that make you feel like crap! I finally stopped being a pig headed idiot and went to the allergist today. Late summer/early fall is my bad allergy season and it seems that I am just starting early. She thinks I have an underlying sinus infection that is causing these terrible headaches and bad drainage. So, I am on some antibiotics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Capt. Tedward is not feeling is usual self either and his butt is about 50 feet behind him. Ahhhh..the fun of summer bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that Logan is felling better and my carpets look better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not too wordsmithy today. Maybe you will get more of my rantings later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will leave you with a link to one of our CBHR's Basset of the Month blog- Cilla and Dusty. Yes, I know, that is two dogs. But, Cilla and Dusty have a great story. It all started... well, click &lt;a href="http://cillaanddusty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see their whole story and see pictures of these two incredible hounds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8503908208258139705?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8503908208258139705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8503908208258139705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8503908208258139705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8503908208258139705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-bugs.html' title='Summer bugs'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4688132142267342477</id><published>2008-07-06T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:39:31.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day on the ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I don't live on a ranch, but I'm not awake enough to think of anything else to say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well- the trip to the vet wasn't the usual $200 trip. Seems Mr. Logan has a case of Bacterial colitis. Yummy! So, we have some stop-the-poo medicine and some antibiotics and he has been either been on tile floors or within my sight since Friday night. Looks as if the faucet has stopped leaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carpets are cleaned. I ended up cleaning Capt. Tedward's office, the upstairs living room, the downstairs living room and the dining room. They were all a little dirty with foot traffic and three dogs. They look much better! Not bad for $50 and a sore back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the Misfit Gang always has some very interesting conversations and Fourth of July was no exception. Don't ask me how, but we got on the subject of Sugar Daddies and stupid me was shocked that there is a website where you can find yourself a Sugar Daddy. Why am I shocked? I am a moron.... So, my curious self did some research this morning. There are SEVERAL websites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One sites claim to fame is being advertised in Playboy and defines a Sugar Daddy/Mommy as: "&lt;em&gt;Rich and successful. Single or married, you have no time for games. You are looking to mentor or spoil someone special - perhaps a "personal secretary"? secret lover? student? or a mistress for an extra-marital affair". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side of that they define a Sugar Baby as &lt;em&gt;"Attractive, ambitious &amp;amp; young. Sugar Babes are college students, aspiring actresses or someone just starting out. You seek a generous Benefactor to pamper, mentor and take care of you - perhaps to help you financially?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell- is there no shame??? To be a Sugar Baby is to admit you are a Money Hungry, Gold Digging little whore. Grow some self value would ya! And the Sugar Daddy/Mommy- I wish I had so much money I could buy someones love and affection- NOT! How shallow. Don't these people feel unfulfilled? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my lack of understanding of Sugar Babies are due to a generation gap. Face it, the generation that falls into that category didn't want for much growing up and had access to everything all the time. Instant gratification. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that I sit here and think about this- I knew one of these chicks back in the day. She always had a guy 20-30 years older than her and was full of material &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;things- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;furs, cars, jewelry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm talking the early 90's here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't understand her then and I still don't understand it now. Guess I am not a material girl living in a material world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219894709052662066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHDKlOoGYTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/I9TnYZFBd8c/s320/madonna-material-girl-valentine-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4688132142267342477?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4688132142267342477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4688132142267342477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4688132142267342477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4688132142267342477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day-on-ranch.html' title='Another day on the ranch'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SHDKlOoGYTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/I9TnYZFBd8c/s72-c/madonna-material-girl-valentine-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8996059201168752001</id><published>2008-07-05T09:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:53:05.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All fingers accounted for?</title><content type='html'>Anyone lose any fingers on the Fourth? Pretty uneventful day around here so we have all 20 fingers here. My other half was stuck at work, so I hung out at at friend's house and ate way too much food, totally sucked at a game of Scattergories (the Letter O is &lt;em&gt;hard) &lt;/em&gt;and sucked harder at water balloon toss. We were going to watch some fireworks until I received a call from home that Logan was sick and had left "packages" all over the house- again. Seems big fuzzy is not feeling well and has RPS- Runny Poo Syndrome. I had locked him in the kitchen before I left and the monster broke down the gate and had some fireworks show of his own. Oh the fun of dog ownership. So, there is a trip to the vet and Home Depot for a carpet cleaner rental on the agenda for today. So, I did get to see the Savannah fireworks from a distance while I was driving over the HHI bridge. At least I think it was Sav....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did y'all vote for Captain Tedward's trip? Check out his&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://captaintedwardsflyingadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and vote on where out next trip should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Time for the fun to today to begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8996059201168752001?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8996059201168752001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8996059201168752001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8996059201168752001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8996059201168752001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-fingers-accounted-for.html' title='All fingers accounted for?'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1781614431530736472</id><published>2008-07-03T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:54:52.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??</title><content type='html'>How in the hell did it become July? Half of the year is gone!! WTF?! Wow- see what happens when you, well- you don't pay attention. It becomes July all of a sudden. Next thing ya know, it will be Christmas. GOOD- then all those damn people on this damn island will go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did y'all see Aunt Bea's rain barrels over at Recidivist's Adventure? I must say they are pretty sweet! My Grandma used to collect rain to water her flowers and that was the only thing she would water them with. She had beautiful flowers in her yard and all they ever got was rain water, every night. No Miracle Grow, no fertilizer, nothing but rain water. Sadly, she can't keep them up anymore. But there are many fond memories in those gardens. Too bad we don't have enough rain around here to need a barrel to collect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Can I mention I hate sinus headaches. They suck ass. I had one from hell yesterday. I took a Darvocet when I came home from work- didn't touch the ice pick that was lodged in my head. I have so many damn sinus RX's but I still get the damn headaches- SUCKS ASS!! Better today though... Just feel like I have a brick on my forehead instead of an ice pick in my eyeball. Nice visuals eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- y'all vote on Captain Tedward's poll? Click on his link and help him decide where he should jet off to next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- I think I am done bitchin for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1781614431530736472?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1781614431530736472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1781614431530736472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1781614431530736472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1781614431530736472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtf.html' title='WTF??'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-435460481557607375</id><published>2008-06-29T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:54:17.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28099471@N05/2622182905/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2622182905_3a8985cf60_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28099471@N05/2622182905/"&gt;My life in pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/28099471@N05/"&gt;kimburrkay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this idea on another blog, &lt;a href="http://stampinwhenican.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stampin When I Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- here is what you do:&lt;br /&gt;Answer each of the questions below. Surf over to Flickr and type your answers into the search bar. From the choice of pictures shown only on the front page, click on the one that moves you. Once the page with your picture opens, copy the URL. Surf over to the &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mosaic Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; set up your mosaic, and paste your URLs. Click Create. Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;What high school did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go on your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;What is the one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;What is your Flickr name?&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-435460481557607375?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/435460481557607375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=435460481557607375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/435460481557607375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/435460481557607375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-in-pictures.html' title='My life in pictures'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2622182905_3a8985cf60_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-5732437740438771667</id><published>2008-06-29T10:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:17:33.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St Augustine Trip</title><content type='html'>Tedward and I took a quick over night trip to St Augustine on Friday. I have never been there, while Ted being the Florida boy he is, has been there a few times. It is a really cool city! Lots of things to see and do. But note to self- don't go when it is almost July- It's HOT you dumb ass! But little miss me that melts in the heat actually did OK. Just took it slow and drank lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick hour and half flight down the GA/Fl coastline in trusty Henrietta , we landed in St Augustine. We headed to find a spot for lunch and ended up at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a1aaleworks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A1A Ale Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. We had a yummy blackened Mahi sandwich and sampled their pale ale. Very good lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/casa/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fort Castillo de San Marcos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very cool place indeed but smaller then other forts I have been to, like Sumter or Palaski, but of course this one is much older then those two as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Fort, we just walked around the town for a little while, but it was so very hot, it was time to head back to the hotel to chill out- and chill off- for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little nap, we headed out to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.capsonthewater.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Caps on the Water&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; This place has a fantastic atmosphere. Unfortunately, there was a wicked storm moving in and we could not sit outside and enjoy the full dining experience, but it was a good dinner. Tedward had the best oysters on the half shell $10 ever bought him, or so he says. I will have to take his word for it. He said the melted in his mouth. Ok- whatever!&lt;br /&gt;He then had a steak stacker- nice presentation and he said it was very good. I had a grilled sea bass served over mashed potatoes with a Parmesan sauce- VERY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After full bellies, it was time to see just how haunted St Augustine really is and we headed out for a ghost tour. We visited the St Francis Inn, where the nephew of the owner fell in love with one of the servants. They would secretly meet in what was the attic and spend the night in each other's arms. During the middle 1800's this was strictly forbidden and the servant was ordered to leave the family's home. When she came to say goodbye to her lover, she found him hanging from the rafters of the attic. Legend has it that she carefully brought him down, and hung herself as well. She can now be seen through out the house and many times ladies who stay at the house, that still operates as an Inn, will awaken in the morning to find their makeup bags strewn about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the Huguenot Cemetery, but had to stay outside the gates. Not too scary from a well lite parking lot if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We than walked around Castle Warden, which is now the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum-in the dark. The Castle once was a hotel and the site of a fire where two young women died. While we didn't see any ghosts, that place gives me the creeps. It full of freakish things and then you are in there in the dark. So imagine being in a completely dark room and just getting accustom to the darkness, and a model of the fattest man on earth comes into focus RIGHT BEHIND YOU- and then someone snaps a picture- with a flash- so you are blind! That was the horror of it all! Oh, and through out this all we had EMF meters that would detect spirits. I think it was just a garage door opener if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up Saturday morning and after a quick breakfast, headed home- had to beat the storms. It was a great trip and we will be there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slide show, if I can figure out how to put it on here. For now, here is the link to my &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/pictures?a=67b0de21b3444c0aa4ef&amp;amp;sid=0AYuGTRm3asmLsg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click on album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN TEMPLATE!! Doesn't show where there are links.... I spent &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; adding those.... GRRRRRR-&lt;br /&gt;Update- Thanks Terrie- I just changed the color of the links- now y'all know where they are. And thanks for the directions on how to do the slide show. It's a PIA, but I think I got it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?set_id=72157605886696005" frameBorder="0" width="500" scrolling="no" height="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-5732437740438771667?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5732437740438771667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=5732437740438771667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5732437740438771667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/5732437740438771667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/st-augustine-trip.html' title='St Augustine Trip'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4669047286115633555</id><published>2008-06-26T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:38:08.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of a icon</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to get here for a couple days, but... I haven't. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to hear George Carlin passed away earlier this week. I always liked him and found his sense of humor made me laugh out loud. There were many of his routines that made you say- hey, yea- what about that?? Or sometimes he just pointed out the obvious that no one had the balls to say. Except George. Here are some of the ones I really enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favorite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvgN5gCuLac&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvgN5gCuLac&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you George!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4669047286115633555?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4669047286115633555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4669047286115633555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4669047286115633555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4669047286115633555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/passing-of-icon.html' title='Passing of a icon'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2200169848343177299</id><published>2008-06-22T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:08:29.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF71AD1o8OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y_a3Q19hRTY/s1600-h/062208+wx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214874799920705762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF71AD1o8OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y_a3Q19hRTY/s320/062208+wx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of year. We are getting our late afternoon/early evening thunderstorms. We had one yesterday and another one today. Nothing too wicked but it did give us quite a bit of rain, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of ours took this picture today as he was headed onto the island. Thought it was kinda cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma came home from the nursing home yesterday. She is very glad to be home but she still is not feeling the greatest. Honestly, we all thought she never would have made it out of the hospital so it is a miracle she made it home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend over at Chatter posted that she is trying to eat healthier and that is something I am trying to do too. But man, it is not easy! It is so easy to fall back into old habits. One thing I really have started to cut out of my diet is High Fructose Corn Syrup. I have read a lot about how bad it is and that it is just empty sugars. But that stuff is EVERYWHERE! Don't believe me- read your food labels. Try to buy bread without it- it is next to impossible. I am really struggling right now. So what do I do, throw up my hands and grab a can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;... yea, that does a body good.  I did make a decent dinner tonight- roast chicken, mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; and broccoli. It was yummy. I haven't really lost any weight but I guess the good news is that I haven't gained any either. Honestly, if I just stopped feeling like crap, that would be a bonus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2200169848343177299?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2200169848343177299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2200169848343177299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2200169848343177299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2200169848343177299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/weather-pix.html' title='Weather pix'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF71AD1o8OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y_a3Q19hRTY/s72-c/062208+wx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3970230533334357933</id><published>2008-06-21T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:38:14.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK, My friend at Everyday Chatter blog made me feel like a slacker. She is a wife, mom of three and a full time nursing student and she finds time to blog almost every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do owe y'all some pictures of Tori. She was here on April, so once again I prove my point of being a slacker. She is 8 now and such a little person. Well on her way of growing up. One day when we were in the car, we had a conversation of what books she likes to read. She is reading things like Little House on the Prairie and Black Beauty. I love the fact that she enjoys reading. That is something that both my brother and I have always done. On a rainy day growing up, you would find my brother and I in our room reading. I wonder if my mom realizes how lucky she was? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken at the Juliette Gordon Low House in Savannah, GA. She was is first Brownie and since Tori is now in Brownies, we HAD to go. She actually is in the same troop I was in when I was little. She thought that was kinda cool. She really seems to enjoy it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my munchkin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF0ROM2RduI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KNY7MdirJGM/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214342879229605602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF0ROM2RduI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KNY7MdirJGM/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3970230533334357933?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3970230533334357933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3970230533334357933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3970230533334357933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3970230533334357933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SF0ROM2RduI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KNY7MdirJGM/s72-c/IMG_1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6393865324059268185</id><published>2008-06-14T07:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:37:34.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cup Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SFOpzegtdII/AAAAAAAAAcM/f3FmD7s_UM4/s1600-h/Tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211695895626478722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SFOpzegtdII/AAAAAAAAAcM/f3FmD7s_UM4/s400/Tiger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother sent this to me... How cool is this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes I miss being closer to a larger city. But honestly I think it is only because&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;have romanticized it in my head. You know what I miss- &lt;em&gt;options&lt;/em&gt;. I miss the &lt;em&gt;option&lt;/em&gt; of going to a NFL game only 45 minutes away from my house. I miss the &lt;em&gt;option&lt;/em&gt; of a FANTASTIC farmer's market with all kinds of ethic foods, the freshest produce you can find right out of the fields, and unique &amp;amp; beautiful flowers for my yard. I miss the &lt;em&gt;option&lt;/em&gt; of my favorite local foods at my fingers tips. But here's the thing- did I do those things when I lived in Michigan? No, not really. Like with everyone, your life becomes a daily little grid of life that your rarely pick your head up and say- Hey! wait a minute- let's have some fun! Let's breath for a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everybody- breath. Take a deep collective breath and &lt;em&gt;breath!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6393865324059268185?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6393865324059268185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6393865324059268185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6393865324059268185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6393865324059268185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-cup-picture.html' title='Another Cup Picture'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SFOpzegtdII/AAAAAAAAAcM/f3FmD7s_UM4/s72-c/Tiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2849612879764652678</id><published>2008-06-08T11:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:53:21.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Stanley has come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv-6DtsC9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/IedQPtlKfaU/s1600-h/cup3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv-i2UagZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IfHQuqAcdMs/s1600-h/cup5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209537268634255762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv-i2UagZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IfHQuqAcdMs/s400/cup5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A picture says a thousand words- so I will let them speak. Welcome home My Lord- Welcome Home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_WQsaYyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K73KQrxnVdk/s1600-h/cup7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538151887561506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_WQsaYyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K73KQrxnVdk/s200/cup7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_XlnfsQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/C4s8sxrXGJo/s1600-h/cup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538174683951362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_XlnfsQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/C4s8sxrXGJo/s200/cup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_Xc3D5xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/eNHdvd1y3mI/s1600-h/cup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538172333319954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_Xc3D5xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/eNHdvd1y3mI/s200/cup4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_WgSRDxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e1AyjVewsMQ/s1600-h/cup6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538156072865554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_WgSRDxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e1AyjVewsMQ/s200/cup6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_W7oc1CI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5hQPFUa9H0Q/s1600-h/cup3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538163413668898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv_W7oc1CI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5hQPFUa9H0Q/s200/cup3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pictures provided by The Detroit Free Press- &lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/"&gt;www.freep.com&lt;/a&gt;&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/15940818-2849612879764652678?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2849612879764652678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2849612879764652678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2849612879764652678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2849612879764652678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-stanley-has-come-home.html' title='Lord Stanley has come home'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SEv-i2UagZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IfHQuqAcdMs/s72-c/cup5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-8973136824663837715</id><published>2008-05-30T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:04:56.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on</title><content type='html'>Well, Wings lost... but honestly, I was expecting it. It actually makes it for a better series.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the game at my friends house- quite a fun night despite my killer sinus headache.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Saturday's game. I even have the boy from South FL hooked on hockey. hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at my in-laws in Burnsville, NC -just north of Asheville, NC right now. We flew up for a long weekend. The flight up was pretty cloudy but Capt Tedward did a great job-as always. Some time you could not see anything because we were in the middle of clouds but that is when we hope ATC is doing their job!!  The two hour flight sure does beat the five hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to put the boys in camp for the weekend. Ted hates to put the dogs in the kennel, but they don't seem to mind too much. They went very willingly with the "counselors" and will have fun running with the other dogs while they are there. Camp Green Dog does a great job there and the dogs always have a lot of interaction. Our trainer will also stop in and check on them while we are gone. So, they will be well taken care of. Yes, we are the crazy people with out kids that spoil our dogs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-8973136824663837715?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8973136824663837715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=8973136824663837715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8973136824663837715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/8973136824663837715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-on.html' title='Game on'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-913837536754374447</id><published>2008-05-27T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:43:40.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't pass this up</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little late but I laughed my ass off over this!! I was at the bar watching the game with a good friend of mine- who happens to be a Pitt native. This was just too damn funny. I almost spit my beer out and peed my pants at the same time!! Then game two wasn't much better for Pitt. But before I get my broom out, I will hold my breath as we are headed to the Burgh and away from our home ice. Let's see if they are pissed off enough tomorrow night. I think tomorrow may be a 2-1 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0SMO-L67-A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0SMO-L67-A&amp;hl=en" 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/15940818-913837536754374447?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/913837536754374447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=913837536754374447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/913837536754374447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/913837536754374447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-pass-this-up.html' title='Can&apos;t pass this up'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3428797755749342510</id><published>2008-05-26T10:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:34:41.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You thought I lived at the beach...</title><content type='html'>I did forget about one exciting thing that happened around Bluffton last week. We had some renegade bison on the lose. There is a family farm on the out skirts of Bluffton and they had 5 bison escape from their farm in the middle of the night one day last week. They were wondering around some neighborhoods for the most part of the next day. It caused a lot of traffic tie ups and businesses to close early as they were afraid they would get spooked and hurt someone. Sadly, they were not able to corral them and the tranquilizers didn't work either, so the family decided to put them down- i.e. kill them! I can't say that many people around here are too happy about that- I being one of them. I honestly don't know who to be mad at! I am just mad!! I understand that they (the farm) were here first, but fortify your fences to protect your animals. Or should we be mad at the developers for being land hungry whores and devouring all the open fields so there is no buffer between decade old farms and new families? I guess this is a classic case of sprawl pushing the outer limits and choking the open plains. This is a classic example and a proven case that a picture is worth a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIVYlj-nI/AAAAAAAAAas/jxjN3ylUVe8/s1600-h/buffalo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204692589082835570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIVYlj-nI/AAAAAAAAAas/jxjN3ylUVe8/s320/buffalo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIVIlj-mI/AAAAAAAAAak/oAhyJbSHFvM/s1600-h/buffalo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204692584787868258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIVIlj-mI/AAAAAAAAAak/oAhyJbSHFvM/s320/buffalo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIU4lj-lI/AAAAAAAAAac/s1SnPec2V7g/s1600-h/Buffalo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204692580492900946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIU4lj-lI/AAAAAAAAAac/s1SnPec2V7g/s320/Buffalo1.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;Pictures taken by a co-worker of my husband...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3428797755749342510?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3428797755749342510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3428797755749342510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3428797755749342510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3428797755749342510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-thought-i-lived-at-beach.html' title='You thought I lived at the beach...'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SDrIVYlj-nI/AAAAAAAAAas/jxjN3ylUVe8/s72-c/buffalo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-1778767787746456998</id><published>2008-05-25T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:58:29.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suck</title><content type='html'>For those of you that do stop by here from time to time, yes I do suck.... But there has been nothing too exciting to post.&lt;br /&gt;All I do is sleep, work, watch hockey, feed the dogs, and then do it all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the fact that the Wings are in the cup this year. A good friend of mine is from Pitt, so we had fun watching the game together last night at the local sports bar. Well, lets just say I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma was in the hospital for a couple weeks but she is now in the nursing home and doing better. We were very worried about her. She was septic and we were not sure if she was going to pull thru it. But, low and behold, she did. Now, Beaumount is a good hospital but damn, they pissed me off! She completed a living will several years ago making my brother and I both her power of attorney/patient advocate so if something was to happen we could communicate with her care providers. Well, this admission they decided they wouldn't talk to me until I proved I &lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;to her information. Fine, whatever.... here is the damn paperwork. Then. Every damn time I called up there, they either said I wasn't the advocate, only Brian was OR that only I was, not Brian. HELLLLLLLO... we both are. I had that DAMN conversation 6 times!!!!  At least! One time, they actually delayed a procedure because my brother gave the consent and they said only I could and they needed to call me. sigh.... they really need to review their processes and procedures and complete some more training there BECAUSE IT AIN'T WORKIN! A couple nurse got a earful from me. I just got sick of having the same conversation AFTER I spoke to administration and it was supposedly fixed. So, I need to rifle off a letter to them to follow up. Grrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend and I plan on cleaning my closet today. It's too hot to be outside- in the 90's already. Plus all the damn fools are on the island headed to the beach. I went to the store yesterday on HHI and the traffic was nuts. I think every 10th license plate was from SC, so it is full swing tourist season. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we are headed to Asheville to see Ted's Dad. We will fly up there so the 5 1/2 drive will be replace with a 2 hour flight. woohoo! The boys will go to camp that weekend. The boarding place we take them to is called Camp Green Dog and they love it there. They get to run around outside all day and paly with all their friends. Ted hates that we have to take them (and so do I) but they are very well cared for there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better get my butt in the closet or I will find other things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-1778767787746456998?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1778767787746456998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=1778767787746456998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1778767787746456998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/1778767787746456998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-suck.html' title='I Suck'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-891848065350261605</id><published>2008-04-28T19:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:21:27.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poked with a stick</title><content type='html'>My friend has reminded me that it has been almost another month since I posted my last message and she wants to know what I have been doing...&lt;br /&gt;Well..... work, sleep, walk the dogs, feed the dogs, let dogs outside, sleep- REPEAT! For about a month! Yep, that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... maybe I have done a little more than that. Tori &amp;amp; Brian were down here for a few days and we goofed around. I can't believe how big she is. Heck, we had a conversation about what books we like to read!! Freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been volunteering a lot for Carolina Basset Hound Rescue so that keeps me busy when I am not busy with my own hounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course- there is hockey. Yes, I am still watching the Wings. I may have flew the coop almost four years ago (can you believe it will be 4 years in August since I left Michigan???) but I still watch the Wings whenever possible. Funny story- Ted called me from work one Sunday afternoon and I was only half listening to him- because I was too engrossed in the Wings game! Hey, it was game 6 and Nashville was in front of the net! Geez, give a girl a break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- there is a short post for now. Now it is time to feed ME! I am hungry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-891848065350261605?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/891848065350261605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=891848065350261605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/891848065350261605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/891848065350261605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/04/poked-with-stick.html' title='Poked with a stick'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-4783990143336920094</id><published>2008-03-29T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:10:46.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does it go?</title><content type='html'>Wow- has it really been almost a month since I posted?? Oops... where does the time go? I can't say I have been doing anything wonderfully constructive with my time, because that would be a lie. I haven't been. It just flies by. Wither you are having fun or not. I'm not even in school right now. Had to take a break or I would lose my ever loving mind. So, it is just work and life in general. Gees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya- I love spring in the South, but I also HATE it. The weather is perfect! Low 70's and hardly a cloud in the sky but it looks like nuclear fall out from all the pollen. There is a dust of yellow all over everything. And did I mention the gnats. Or as I like to call them, they flying jaws to death. You stand outside for two minutes on you are eaten alive. So between feeling like you have cotton shoved up your nose and scratching your skin off, it's hard to enjoy the great weather- but we try! We drug up and Skin-so-soft up... yes, that is a verb here- and go into the great outdoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few days off work next week. David's mom and friends are coming to Savannah so I will play tour guide for the day- I am looking forward to that. A dinner at Lady's and Sons will be in order that day for sure. And we will see what other trouble we can get into.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, my brother and my niece will be here for several days. I am ultra excited about that. We have tons of stuff to do but we will see what we get to. One thing for sure is to get to the Girl Scout Birthplace. Since Tori is a Brownie and I once was a Girl Scout, that is something kinda cool we have in common and we have to go check that out. &lt;a href="http://www.girlscouts.org/who_we_are/birthplace/"&gt;http://www.girlscouts.org/who_we_are/birthplace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I best get my lazy butt in gear. Company is a commin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-4783990143336920094?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4783990143336920094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=4783990143336920094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4783990143336920094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/4783990143336920094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-does-it-go.html' title='Where does it go?'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-6423744855995393064</id><published>2008-03-02T12:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:22:42.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another head butt</title><content type='html'>My friend sent this to me. You may have seen this already... It is a college professor that is dying from cancer who gave is "last lecture". We all can learn something from this. Well worth the 11 minutes. Watch it... and then take a look at what you are doing in your life... are you having fun? Do you say thank you or I'm sorry? Do you say I love you enough? Do those that you love &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in karma... paying it forward... treat others as you would undo to you.. whatever you want to call it. It is hard to remember sometimes... but try. Really try to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8577255250907450469&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-6423744855995393064?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6423744855995393064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=6423744855995393064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6423744855995393064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/6423744855995393064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-head-butt.html' title='Another head butt'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-2932490675581146033</id><published>2008-02-24T09:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:57:47.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversay Tedward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/R8GFKN7XSzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mv9spEILn9M/s1600-h/us1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170560257781877554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/R8GFKN7XSzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mv9spEILn9M/s320/us1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Sunday Morning... And it's our two year anniversary!!! Two years ago today Tedward &amp;amp; I were married right downstairs in this very house. Did I ever tell you the story of how he proposed? It is actually very sweet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in November 2005 and we were going out for my birthday. We were in the middle of building our house at the time. So, before we went to dinner, we headed to the house which wasn't anything unusual because we were over there at least once a day. So we are walking around checking out all the building progress and we are standing in what is now our bedroom when he turns to me.... and.... tells me how happy he is and that this house is his castle and would I be his Princess and then drops on one knee and pops &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; question!! Ain't that sweet??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 months later we were married in the living room of the very same house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a wonderful two years and I look forward to many, many, MANY more!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Anniversay Sweetheart! You have made me the happiest woman in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-2932490675581146033?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2932490675581146033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=2932490675581146033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2932490675581146033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/2932490675581146033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-anniversay-tedward.html' title='Happy Anniversay Tedward'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/R8GFKN7XSzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mv9spEILn9M/s72-c/us1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940818.post-3224446939545487141</id><published>2008-01-27T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:46:58.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey &amp; South Carolina Votes</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post about the hockey game. So, there is a big difference- HUGE- between hockey in the North and hockey in the South. We went to the GA/ GA Tech game. Granted, this isn't NHL games but I still expected a little more than what we saw. It was just pathetic. No communication among the players, missed shots, no rebounds, slow skating. Looked liked a bunch of kids on a pond. The FL/FL State game wasn't much better. But, it was hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many Red Wing jerseys there. So that got me to thinking. How many people were there because they are transplants like me and love the game of hockey and this is a rare chance to see a live hockey game or they were there to see a GA Bulldogs game? You see, the Dawgs are &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; GA team but the actual college is in Athens, GA which is NE of Atlanta, over 4 hours away from Savannah. So, it could be a case of just an opportunity to see a live Dawgs sporting event. hmmm..... I think it was a toss up given the amount to NHL jerseys I saw that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of NHL luster, it was a night out with my honey and all was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a good little citizen and voted in the SC presidential primary. I ain't telling you what day I voted cuz then that will tell you what party affiliation I was with! I really have no idea why they decided to split it on two different days. Seems silly to me. But, hey we have to do things different down here. So... are YOU going to be a good little citizien and vote? I know many people say it doesn't matter but I think it does. Even the primary helps decide WHO gets the nomination. If you are reading this in MI or SC, too late for you. But if you are a Super Tuesday- GO VOTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15940818-3224446939545487141?l=kimburrkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3224446939545487141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15940818&amp;postID=3224446939545487141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3224446939545487141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15940818/posts/default/3224446939545487141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimburrkay.blogspot.com/2008/01/hockey-follow-up.html' title='Hockey &amp; South Carolina Votes'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
