<?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-8081484</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:42:43.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><subtitle type='html'>observations of life by a single mother on the edge of sanity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-6988158274411372484</id><published>2007-09-17T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:33:39.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>French Toast</title><summary type='text'>A friend of ours brought us a loaf of bread from the Japanese market it looks a lot like Texas toast and she said it makes great French toast. (Wow what an international sentence that was.) I made it into French toast and she was right.E wanted to help and begged to put the bread into the egg mixture (eggs, cinnamon and vanilla - yum) I told him if he had his clothes all on and his hands washed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/6988158274411372484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=6988158274411372484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/6988158274411372484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/6988158274411372484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/09/french-toast.html' title='French Toast'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-3055714384176238011</id><published>2007-06-27T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:54:56.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black WIndow Spiders</title><summary type='text'>My son caught frogs this weekend with his Nana for a teacher that collects frogs. Teacher was VERY surprised that E actually followed through and brought them in for her. The kids swarmed around as he presented her with a plastic jar with frogs in it. On the way to school that day we talked about what frogs eat - bugs – and what else eats bugs. Spiders eat bugs I told him. "Yeah like black window</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/3055714384176238011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=3055714384176238011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/3055714384176238011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/3055714384176238011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-window-spiders.html' title='Black WIndow Spiders'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-811508853827733432</id><published>2007-05-03T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:46:00.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/811508853827733432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=811508853827733432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/811508853827733432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/811508853827733432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xZirqASEs8g/RjplBvAXegI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kcz7lRt2syA/s72-c/katemadebanner3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-8464700242415778031</id><published>2007-02-27T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:53:22.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>words of the day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning, before I was even out of bed, E asked me to make a TINT BOIL helmet so we can pretend that we're on Mars. Now I have heard the song "Hats" on the CD his teacher gave him for Christmas many times but I never heard TINT BOIL, I've always heard TIN FOIL.Last night we called Nana so E could tell her the new poem (tongue twister) he had learned."I want to tell you a po-lem Nana""A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/8464700242415778031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=8464700242415778031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/8464700242415778031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/8464700242415778031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/02/words-of-day.html' title='words of the day'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-2099152771246751886</id><published>2007-02-20T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:22:06.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger, Good Crafter, Great Mom</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been blogging like I used to because the time I used to use for writing is now the time I use for crafting/stamping/card making. I have been debating becoming an SU demonstrator and the debate is over I'm doing it. The things that put me over the edge, my family saying "You can always quit if it's too much or you don't like it, and you'll only be out $200." The other plus was that E </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/2099152771246751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=2099152771246751886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2099152771246751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2099152771246751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-blogger-good-crafter-great-mom.html' title='Bad Blogger, Good Crafter, Great Mom'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-2526161743093590057</id><published>2007-02-19T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:34:50.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of defeat</title><summary type='text'>Rumble. Rumble. Crash. Rumble.It's the garbage truck collecting the week's waste but to me it is the sound of defeat. I missed it. I didn't get my act or my garbage together and out to the curb. I'm so glad we have the 90 gallon bin with wheels. It holds a month's worth of trash. I would never let it sit when the critters are running, but in the winter when they are hibernating it works </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/2526161743093590057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=2526161743093590057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2526161743093590057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2526161743093590057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/02/sound-of-defeat.html' title='The sound of defeat'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-2433718775374603714</id><published>2007-01-28T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:52:47.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a date</title><summary type='text'>Yes a date. I am going to have dinner on Friday night with a guy I'm not related to. I will not have to cut his food for him, beg him to eat or threaten to take away dessert if he doesn't eat. This guy's voice has changed, which is a nice change, and the evening's conversations will not be dominated by the antics of animated characters or imaginary friends.I will not have to get a booster seat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/2433718775374603714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=2433718775374603714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2433718775374603714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/2433718775374603714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-date.html' title='It&apos;s a date'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116737093684326374</id><published>2006-12-28T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:42:16.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><summary type='text'>The Success of MadisonWell I didn't sell out or even make tons of money but I did make enough to say I succeeded in my first craft show. The Chicago-based organizer of the event said I did better than those with big ticket items. I don't know if that's units sold or total cash from sales. At $2 cards are a lot more affordable than a quilt or a hand knitted sweater.I would like to find another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116737093684326374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116737093684326374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116737093684326374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116737093684326374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116460431020071934</id><published>2006-11-26T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:11:50.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Boy?</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I wrote here. The craft boutique is done and the head and chest cold is waning so I can get back to this. Earlier this month I flipped over the calendar page one evening and began making dinner. Behind me I heard E saying, "N.O. No. N.O. No. No-vem, Mom is that a 'b' or a 'd'." at that point it was very clear to me that he was trying to read the month. I told him it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116460431020071934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116460431020071934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116460431020071934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116460431020071934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/11/genius-boy.html' title='Genius Boy?'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116247143028518137</id><published>2006-11-01T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:43:51.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of day are YOU having?</title><summary type='text'>I've noticed that there are 3 kinds of days when it comes to crafting and lately everyday is about crafting.Creative days - aka Discovery days or Experimental days  These are days when I try new things and come up with new designs.Productive days These are days when a lot of work gets done. I generally stand during really productive times. I can get 15-20 cards of the same card done in an evening</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116247143028518137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116247143028518137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116247143028518137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116247143028518137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-kind-of-day-are-you-having.html' title='What kind of day are YOU having?'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116210464316173310</id><published>2006-10-29T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:06:17.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Stock V 1</title><summary type='text'>I made a dozen friendship cards in this design for Madison. Here are 4 of them. The message inside is "Your Friendship means the World to me". There may be 12 of then but each one is different. They all features a couple of map pieces, postage stamps, a postal cancellation stamp and the world map. I will be selling them for $2 a piece to make in easy on the people running the sale. 50% of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116210464316173310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116210464316173310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116210464316173310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116210464316173310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/madison-stock-v-1.html' title='Madison Stock V 1'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116191870669220383</id><published>2006-10-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:52:50.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><summary type='text'>Big P Co is publishing a special Holiday section and the deadline was Tuesday. We've been so busy that today is the first day this week I have left on time. I left 45 minutes late yesterday and was giddy that I was getting out "early". Sometimes I have to bring E back to work after picking him up from daycare. Last time I did that he just wanted to put pennies in the vending machine. I wouldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116191870669220383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116191870669220383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116191870669220383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116191870669220383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116132135477508065</id><published>2006-10-20T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:15:54.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request and a Quickie</title><summary type='text'>I'm asking for your prayers for a friend of mine, E knows him as Uncle Joe, who's had a stroke. He is recovering his speech but has no feeling on the right side of his body. If you can say a prayer for his recovery I'd appreciate it and so would Joe._____E and I were talking about family relationships a few days ago. I am his mother, Nana is my mother, etc., etc., etc. Yes he had to name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116132135477508065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116132135477508065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116132135477508065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116132135477508065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/prayer-request-and-quickie.html' title='Prayer Request and a Quickie'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116106749441510778</id><published>2006-10-16T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:54:58.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioned Work</title><summary type='text'>A friend asked me to make a some thank you cards for veterans day based on the cards previously posted here. My first commission. She's given me permission to post these in the hopes that other people get the idea to thank the veterans in their lives or in their community. This card is for her Uncle Art who served in WWII in the pacific. I was lucky to find this picture in an old encyclopedia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116106749441510778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116106749441510778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116106749441510778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116106749441510778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/commissioned-work.html' title='Commissioned Work'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116071537552606440</id><published>2006-10-12T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:17:07.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven Sent Fart</title><summary type='text'>It's been very cold here the past week or so. I was doing laundry on Sunday night and discovered the reason. There was no pilot light in my furnace, it was just blowing cold air out. As I got closer to see for sure I smelled gas, this is always cause for a call to the gas company. So I dialed them up and the woman said, "Don't turn on any appliances.""I just threw in a load of laundry.""Don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116071537552606440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116071537552606440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116071537552606440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116071537552606440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/heaven-sent-fart.html' title='The Heaven Sent Fart'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-116019372945885625</id><published>2006-10-06T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:02:09.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the lucky</title><summary type='text'>Joann Fabrics near work is closing, they lost their lease and are selling to the bare walls. This is great for a bargain craft shopper like me but it is bad for my pocketbook. I raised eyebrows with the basket full of stuff I bought today at lunch. I'm so happy and so broke -- everyone gets crafts for Christmas!I have my first commission for cards and I figured out how to package cards so they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/116019372945885625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=116019372945885625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116019372945885625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/116019372945885625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-bad-and-lucky.html' title='The good, the bad and the lucky'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115993922570846024</id><published>2006-10-03T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:38:47.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of a Kind cards</title><summary type='text'> I love the watercolor pencils, they work great on old encyclopedia pages.  Again with the watercolor pencils. I don't know who Minnie Fiske is anymore but she was holding a fan and I decided to go big on that idea. I got lucky with this card. I didn't go looking for the Intoxication, Alcohol entry it just jumped out at me as I was thumbing through old encyclopedias.____Promise more E stories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115993922570846024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115993922570846024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115993922570846024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115993922570846024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-kind-cards.html' title='One of a Kind cards'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115990071317415333</id><published>2006-10-03T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:38:58.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, Promises.</title><summary type='text'>The answer to the Christmas riddle will be revealed next week. If you know the answer post it here, if you don't stayed tuned. More cards coming.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115990071317415333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115990071317415333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115990071317415333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115990071317415333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/10/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, Promises.'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115954046769482970</id><published>2006-09-29T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:34:27.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised</title><summary type='text'>Here are the promised samples of work. There will be more soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115954046769482970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115954046769482970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115954046769482970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115954046769482970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-promised.html' title='As promised'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115872401794644900</id><published>2006-09-19T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:46:57.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation is over</title><summary type='text'>It's been months since I entered anything here but it's been summer and that means it's time to get busy with... well everything apparently. A big highlight of the summer was Aunt P coming to visit. This year her niece was playing in the AYSO soccer tournament so the family came to watch. AP and her sis and brother-in-law were all their to cheer their star on. They only lost on the day E and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115872401794644900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115872401794644900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115872401794644900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115872401794644900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/09/summer-vacation-is-over.html' title='Summer vacation is over'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115077511949357248</id><published>2006-06-19T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:45:19.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the clothing of giants</title><summary type='text'>There is a time in the spring and early summer when the clothing for winter is too hot but the clothing for summer has not made it's way out of storage, or more to the point, out of the stores and into our home. I don't buy E's clothes too far in advance because his size is unpredictable.I vagely remember a night when I was little when we didn't have any pajamas because our luggage was missing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115077511949357248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115077511949357248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115077511949357248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115077511949357248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/06/clothing-of-giants.html' title='the clothing of giants'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-115069323299796627</id><published>2006-06-18T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:00:33.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaining the Trinity</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I went to my former church in the city because, well I happened to be in the city. There was a stampin' up party at a friend's house Sunday afternoon so we came in on Saturday and made a weekend of it. Anyway back to church. The celebrant at Mass didn't have English as his first language and sometimes that is a benefit. I have to really pay attention and listen to understand what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/115069323299796627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=115069323299796627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115069323299796627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/115069323299796627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/06/explaining-trinity.html' title='Explaining the Trinity'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114965577716590234</id><published>2006-06-06T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:36:43.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's evil and it's wrong</title><summary type='text'>Today is 6/6/06, the day of the beast, or as I like to call it, my birthday.It is also the release date of the remake of The Omen. Michael Wilmington of the Chicago Tribune called it "a 30-year old meal repeating on me." This movie presents pure evil as entertainment. No thanks! I saw the commercials on television and they creeped me out. The commercials for original were scary to me as an 11-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114965577716590234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114965577716590234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114965577716590234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114965577716590234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-evil-and-its-wrong.html' title='It&apos;s evil and it&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114938126046969657</id><published>2006-06-03T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:05:26.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dinosaurs</title><summary type='text'>Ever since seeing Hatari! E wants to go to Africa. He is excited about the animals there and wants to go. Now! "We will have to drive a long way in our car," he tells me.A trip to Africa is just not in the budget this weekend (month/year/lifetime). We can't go to Namibia to see wildlife or even to  congratulate Bradgelina on the birth of their daughter. Instead we can go to the library and get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114938126046969657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114938126046969657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114938126046969657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114938126046969657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/06/california-dinosaurs.html' title='California Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114905058039130107</id><published>2006-05-30T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:00:16.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatari!</title><summary type='text'>" 'Hatari' means 'danger' in Swahili, but Hatari! also means a spectacular adventure film," at least according to the DVD box. I found this movie in the Walmart discount bin and wanted to see it because I like the song The Baby Elephant Walk. It was made in 1962 before they started rating films in the US. I'm guessing videos and DVDs of older films are rated in Canada before they are re-released.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114905058039130107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114905058039130107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114905058039130107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114905058039130107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/05/hatari.html' title='Hatari!'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114869629632042091</id><published>2006-05-26T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:21:27.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Catholic Child's Prayer</title><summary type='text'>Hail Mary, Mother of GraceFather of GodAs it was in the beginningAmenThis is the prayer E said while getting his shower this evening. Last weekend we ate brunch at the Knights of Columbus fundraiser in the Holy Family gym. They sat us at a table with a family of 4 who were nearly finished dining. We said hello and went to get our food from the "buffet" I had to pay $8 as an adult, E, who is 3, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114869629632042091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114869629632042091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114869629632042091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114869629632042091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/05/catholic-childs-prayer.html' title='A Catholic Child&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114861734302225537</id><published>2006-05-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:22:23.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A most civilized exchange</title><summary type='text'>This evening E didn't want to go to bed. Not a new problem but it's getting more frequent and the time it takes to get him down is increasing, which of course makes mornings just that much harder. Ever since seeing Madagascar he groans, "Five more minutes," when I try to wake him up in the morning. When he doesn't doze off until 10pm those groans will be more frequent. Last night it was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114861734302225537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114861734302225537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114861734302225537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114861734302225537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/05/most-civilized-exchange.html' title='A most civilized exchange'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114853463116253525</id><published>2006-05-24T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:27:15.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St Therese and the Red Ferrari</title><summary type='text'>I may be in the midst of a midlife crisis. I took a Children's Writing Course and learned a most valuable lesson -- that's not what I want to do with my time/life. On the last day I realized it was my version of a red Ferrari. It was a lot cheaper and I got to share it with my friends Goo and the Brown. I really feel like I am in crisis mode. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114853463116253525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114853463116253525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114853463116253525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114853463116253525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/05/st-therese-and-red-ferrari.html' title='St Therese and the Red Ferrari'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114688867459548506</id><published>2006-05-05T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:19:37.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TR &amp; Jim won!</title><summary type='text'>I have to confess, I was addicted to Survival of the Richest and now it is over. Sad to see it go but so happy with the outcome. TR learned a lot, changed for the better and I hope the lessons last and he really does get his butt out there and help people. He alluded to this in the final episode when he had to plead his case to the others on the cast.You haven't watched Survival of the Richest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114688867459548506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114688867459548506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114688867459548506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114688867459548506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/05/tr-jim-won.html' title='TR &amp; Jim won!'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114645734491567502</id><published>2006-04-30T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:22:24.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found A Beer</title><summary type='text'>Behind the Easter ham that had developed a funk,behind the crust of rye bread required for a St Paddy's day meal,behind a small chocolate heart from Valentine's day,I found a beer, well actually 3, left from New Years Eve.I discarded the ham and rye.I ate the chocolate.I drank the beer.I love the holidays.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114645734491567502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114645734491567502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114645734491567502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114645734491567502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-found-beer.html' title='I Found A Beer'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114620405132658515</id><published>2006-04-28T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:00:51.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>102,000 pizzas vs 1 bit of spinach</title><summary type='text'>"Please E, eat your spinach. Just this one bite." I pleaded.He had taken a bite of salmon and was not repulsed. I thought maybe he was being a bit more adventurous and open minded this evening. He chewed that fish like a cow chews a cud. It seemed endless."Spinach makes you big and strong!" he told me as he flexed his arms and scrunched up his face.I began to sing the Popeye theme song and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114620405132658515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114620405132658515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114620405132658515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114620405132658515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/102000-pizzas-vs-1-bit-of-spinach.html' title='102,000 pizzas vs 1 bit of spinach'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114619917170845676</id><published>2006-04-27T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:47:51.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken from my own little world</title><summary type='text'>"Money always helps," Oprah said on her show the other day when talking about the tragedies in Africa. The stories presented were heartbreaking and I'll admit it my eyes welled up with tears. The genocide in Darfur and the plight of child soldiers and the night walkers trying to remain free in Northern Uganda and an other story about Africa that I can't remember now were the topics of the day. (</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www2.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200604/tows_past_20060426_b.jhtml' title='Shaken from my own little world'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114619917170845676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114619917170845676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114619917170845676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114619917170845676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/shaken-from-my-own-little-world.html' title='Shaken from my own little world'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114583756267172755</id><published>2006-04-23T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:12:42.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more spring</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114583756267172755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114583756267172755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114583756267172755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114583756267172755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-spring.html' title='more spring'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114583515139921426</id><published>2006-04-23T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:07:09.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><summary type='text'>This is what spring looks like outside my bedroom window. What a joy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114583515139921426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114583515139921426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114583515139921426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114583515139921426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114580499038991723</id><published>2006-04-23T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T10:09:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of numbers</title><summary type='text'>When I was 13 years old I remember sitting on the floor at my father's feet, looking at him and thinking he was some kind of wonderful. He was 36 and seemed perfect. All my girlfriends at school thought my dad was cool and "cute". I never thought about it until then but my dad was an attractive guy. I decided 36 must be the perfect age.Shortly after that I had a strong feeling that something life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114580499038991723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114580499038991723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114580499038991723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114580499038991723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-of-numbers.html' title='The power of numbers'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114472673476644554</id><published>2006-04-10T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:39:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Bonus</title><summary type='text'>There is one clear advantage to having boys. A walk in the woods is not cut short by cries of, "I have to go potty!" We went for a walk this Sunday after Mass (actually after changing our clothes after Mass) in the forest preserve near our house. It's too far to walk so we drove and then headed for the woods. We didn't use the paved trail but the slightly beaten path through the trees and grass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114472673476644554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114472673476644554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114472673476644554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114472673476644554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/boy-bonus.html' title='Boy Bonus'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114438568759362672</id><published>2006-04-06T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:08:55.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up</title><summary type='text'>Someone read my blog! Sparki is the first person to actually post a comment, the first to admit publicly that she's read it. Thank you. To see the story that fit the search criteria "Catholic, parenting" and got me in touch with Sparki, see fonticulus fides.Well things are looking up. I have an appointment with the priest after the 9 am Mass Sunday and someone from the liturgical committee  will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114438568759362672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114438568759362672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114438568759362672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114438568759362672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114429884544419950</id><published>2006-04-05T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:10:50.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Built for Guilt and Sadness</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps it is my Catholicism, perhaps it is part of my perfectionist nature, but I seem to be built for guilt. I feel guilty when religion is discussed. I have been asked several times by both Catholics and non-Catholics to act as an apologist, and I am not necessarily up to the task. I am not that well versed in the scriptual verses. (As a comedian once said, "I'm Catholic, I take their word for</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.intouch.org/myintouch/exploring/studies/pressures/lesson4/index_345897.html' title='Built for Guilt and Sadness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114429884544419950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114429884544419950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114429884544419950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114429884544419950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/04/built-for-guilt-and-sadness.html' title='Built for Guilt and Sadness'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114381322764585460</id><published>2006-03-31T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:53:47.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MUD!</title><summary type='text'>It's spring break time at my son's daycare center so they are in babysitting mode for their regular kids and the alumni who come back during school breaks so mom and dad can still work. They don't work on letters, numbers, reading, and the other "regular" stuff of his day. Instead they watch movies or have special visitors give presentations to the whole assembly.Yesterday there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114381322764585460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114381322764585460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114381322764585460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114381322764585460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/03/mud.html' title='MUD!'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114248917317285201</id><published>2006-03-15T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:12:12.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write about</title><summary type='text'>In class last night our teacher told us not to use email or text message shorthand. It's not proper English and shouldn't be used. Period. It's not good to write for a group learning to read by using misspelled or made up words (though if it's good enough for Shakespeare it should be good enough for me, not that I would ever compare myself to the bard).Today E was telling me that I won the race </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114248917317285201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114248917317285201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114248917317285201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114248917317285201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-to-write-about.html' title='What to write about'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114240121096798496</id><published>2006-03-14T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:47:08.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Discombobulated Duke</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of the rest of your life and the first day of 8 weeks of daily writing for me. I just started a children's writing class. My teacher is Carolyn Crimi (heretofore known as CC) who has written (and published) several picture books including Boris and Bella, Henry and the Buccaneer Bunnies, Don't Need Friends, Tessa's Tip-tapping Toes, Louds Move In!, Get Busy, Beaver! and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114240121096798496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114240121096798496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114240121096798496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114240121096798496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/03/discombobulated-duke.html' title='The Discombobulated Duke'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114119097976773333</id><published>2006-02-28T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:27:11.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY SHIT! or Bird flu fears</title><summary type='text'>Scientists have thought for about a year and a half that cats were suseptible to the Avian Flu. Now there's proof. A dead cat found on an island in Germany had the H5N1 virus. If it can go to cats, between cats, it won't be long before it moves on to humans on the rough tongues of loving felines.This flu wasn't much of a worry for me when it was confined to birds. I don't touch live birds, I </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.adnki.com/index_2Level.php?cat=Politics&amp;loid=8.0.270360848&amp;par=0' title='SCARY SHIT! or Bird flu fears'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114119097976773333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114119097976773333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114119097976773333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114119097976773333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/02/scary-shit-or-bird-flu-fears.html' title='SCARY SHIT! or Bird flu fears'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-114102365818471361</id><published>2006-02-27T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:00:59.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell have I been?</title><summary type='text'>It's been over a year. I can't believe I've been that lax in getting stuff posted but then again I can. Life with a little kid is busy, tiring and time for a blog is limited when you're doing it all alone.I was cleaning off the computer desk top and found this sticky note that has been closed since last summer. So here is a glimpse from May 2005.Just a quick note to let you all know I'm still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/114102365818471361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=114102365818471361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114102365818471361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/114102365818471361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-hell-have-i-been.html' title='Where the hell have I been?'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-110659659481700693</id><published>2005-01-24T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:04:18.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's big stressors</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since my last post so I'll skim over the reasons and offer the standard holiday excuses. First I fell victim to ITIS: bronchitis, sinusitis, laryngitis and conjunctivitis. I was a sight. The holidays kept me busy. Then there was torticollis, which sounds like a lovely Greek family but is really a nasty stiff neck. I was unable to move my head beyond about 10 degrees without my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/110659659481700693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=110659659481700693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/110659659481700693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/110659659481700693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-big-stressors.html' title='Today&apos;s big stressors'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109920024754601281</id><published>2004-11-11T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:41:44.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the m&amp;m game</title><summary type='text'>E has discovered the joys of chocolate and I allow a bit of indulgence every now and then (once every couple of weeks seems to satisfy him). I bought a bag of fun size M&amp;Ms for Halloween and let him have a bag for his afternoon snack on Saturdays or Sundays. But I am a mean mommy (so some have said). I make him work for his chocolate treat. My sister calls it a performance. Whatever anyone else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109920024754601281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109920024754601281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920024754601281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920024754601281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/11/mm-game.html' title='the m&amp;m game'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109920064471767538</id><published>2004-11-11T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:15:13.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>car trips</title><summary type='text'>First an apology to my regular readers for the delay in transmission. I have been very busy trying to put my home and life back together after my vacation of a couple of weeks ago that I haven't have time to write. Also the "busy season" (renamed by upper management of Big P Co "The Revenue Season" -- revenue for whom, I see no extra money in my paycheck) is upon us so exhaustion has prohibited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109920064471767538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109920064471767538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920064471767538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920064471767538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/11/car-trips.html' title='car trips'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109920050007234920</id><published>2004-11-11T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:17:25.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt G and the big day out</title><summary type='text'>My sister took a day off of work to play with E when we were vacationing in GR. She had a lot of activities planned for him and got to most of them.She drove him out to her house in the country to have him rake leaves in her yard. She thought it would be fun to have him jump in them. My father had the same idea but he didn't get a chance to get them raked up in time and hadn't considered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109920050007234920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109920050007234920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920050007234920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109920050007234920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/11/aunt-g-and-big-day-out.html' title='Aunt G and the big day out'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109884952960371336</id><published>2004-10-30T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:27:58.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch...Ch...Ch....Changes</title><summary type='text'>In 1987 at 5:15pm on any day of the week downtown Grand Rapids, MI was a ghost town. I was an impatient 22 year old and I moved to Chicago soon after graduating from Grand Valley State College (now University, the feelings of bastardizartion are not mine alone but that is a blog for another day) because I longed for nightlife and cultural activities like museums and theatre and the choices for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109884952960371336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109884952960371336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884952960371336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884952960371336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/chchchchanges.html' title='Ch...Ch...Ch....Changes'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109884923925824301</id><published>2004-10-30T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:30:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>know your readers</title><summary type='text'>This is good advice for writers, something they hear again and again if only in their own heads. Generally "know your readers" is knowing in a general way. It's demographic information like level of education, income level and interest in fly fishing or devotion to macrame. Then there's  psychographic information: the characteristics of an audience based in ideology, values, beliefs and attitudes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109884923925824301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109884923925824301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884923925824301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884923925824301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/know-your-readers.html' title='know your readers'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109884933154759203</id><published>2004-10-27T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:21:45.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home, the vacation aftermath</title><summary type='text'>"That'll be $485."$485! It's outrageous what a plumber charges. While E and I were in Grand Rapids my mother was staying at our house. We needed the mail to be checked everyday (I was waiting on a letter and needed someone to call if it arrived), and I had spent the grocery money the week before on bulbs for her to plant. She loves to garden and I thought she would enjoy putzing around in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109884933154759203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109884933154759203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884933154759203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884933154759203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/coming-home-vacation-aftermath.html' title='Coming Home, the vacation aftermath'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109884822047003553</id><published>2004-10-26T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:32:32.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dust bunnies and elephants</title><summary type='text'>Space vacuum emits a strange gust, honey.Big motes swirl around and encrust funny.The scientist said, "It's like under your bed."New planets get formed like a &gt;DUSTBUNNY&lt;.(heard on NPR's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me)This new bit of information got me thinking about the way planets work and other thoughts in the deep end of my intellectual pool. Then the life preserver of silliness was thrown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109884822047003553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109884822047003553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884822047003553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109884822047003553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/dust-bunnies-and-elephants.html' title='dust bunnies and elephants'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109755693306179863</id><published>2004-10-11T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:07:44.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growth spurt weekend </title><summary type='text'>We had quite a weekend. It was a whirl of activities and amazingly I survived it. This may sound strange but every weekend since I've lived here (nearly 4 months) I have gotten next to nothing done and spend my afternoons praying E would just go to sleep and let me be while I nurse a killer headache. Thursday the elevator went to the top floor, the lights went on, and I bought a clue. I drink, on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109755693306179863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109755693306179863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109755693306179863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109755693306179863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/growth-spurt-weekend.html' title='growth spurt weekend '/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109678080670706946</id><published>2004-10-02T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:20:06.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Melting"</title><summary type='text'>Hear the shreiks of my brain as it dies from lack of exercise?The Wiggles are wonderful and Ralph's World rocks but there is just so much an adult mind can take. I have NO ONE to talk to after E is in bed and it's beginning to kill me. I detest dishes and house work after hours is neither relaxing nor intellectually stimulating.To combat this mind melt I've decided to turn to the internet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109678080670706946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109678080670706946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109678080670706946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109678080670706946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-melting.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Melting&quot;'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109661042900766425</id><published>2004-10-01T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T01:02:36.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was the first day...</title><summary type='text'>1. 2. 3. 4. 5.  5 flowers. E counted for the first time today. Counted where I knew he was counting instead of just saying the words in the proper order. The first time I knew he had made the connection between word and concept/quantity. I was excited all day by this new development.Each morning when he wakes up I go get him and we lie in my bed and cuddle for 7-14 minutes and talk about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109661042900766425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109661042900766425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109661042900766425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109661042900766425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-first-day.html' title='Today was the first day...'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109651782615515373</id><published>2004-09-29T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:17:06.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom. Suburban Mom.</title><summary type='text'>Queue the music. (Mission Impossible or general 007 theme)The transformation is complete. I have infiltrated their ranks. Topics of discussion this week alone have included: what is the best way to get food stains, especially pizza sauce, out of clothes; how can I prepare cauliflower so a toddler will eat it (turns out it's just not possible), and the effective use of the time out.I race home</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109651782615515373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109651782615515373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109651782615515373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109651782615515373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/mom-suburban-mom.html' title='Mom. Suburban Mom.'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109634691444274389</id><published>2004-09-27T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:55:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vocabulary words</title><summary type='text'>That phrase was terrifying in school. You were supposed to learn those particular words, know how to spell them, use them in a sentence and make them part of your regular speech. It was a daunting task. The one word I remember learning as a vocabulary work was "surroundings". It was wonderful knowing it meant everything around you. I was 7 or 8 and it seemed like such a big word it had those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109634691444274389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109634691444274389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634691444274389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634691444274389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/vocabulary-words.html' title='vocabulary words'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109634352594627340</id><published>2004-09-27T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:52:05.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Bean Monster</title><summary type='text'>The other day at dinner I told E he could have a juice bar, a favorite dessert, only if he ate at least one green bean. He has never been fond of green beans in their natural form. He wasn't even all that fond of them as baby food but he would eat whatever was put in his mouth then. Now it's all "No" and "I don' wan' it". The allure of a juice bar is strong however so he picked up a bean and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109634352594627340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109634352594627340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634352594627340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634352594627340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/green-bean-monster.html' title='The Green Bean Monster'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109634164588538258</id><published>2004-09-27T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:20:45.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing a Mantra</title><summary type='text'>According to those who use a mantra while meditating: "The chosen word (of the mantra) should represent the Divine Reality or Deity of the individual according to his religious belief or the chosen stanza should reflect the ethical and spiritual values of the individual. The word is so chosen that it draws aspirant’s attention to the Spiritual Reality during the (meditation)."Things are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109634164588538258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109634164588538258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634164588538258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109634164588538258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/choosing-mantra.html' title='Choosing a Mantra'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109556867770158324</id><published>2004-09-18T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:08:06.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the key thing</title><summary type='text'>The last couple of days have been the perfect example of "what now?"This weekend E and I wen to the library as we usually do on Saturday morning. He was cranky and refused to sit for story time. "I don' wan' it." Of course the tiredness didn't prohibit him from being loud in the regular AV department. He got his wish, we are leaving, but NO we are not we must climb the stairs to the second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109556867770158324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109556867770158324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109556867770158324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109556867770158324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/key-thing.html' title='the key thing'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109522121753443415</id><published>2004-09-14T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:06:57.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Mourning</title><summary type='text'>The house is finally quiet. The baby is asleep, the weekend guests have gone home and now it's time for a good cry.This weekend my father visited to watch E on Monday when I went to traffic court. Sunday night he informed me that my cats, Penny and Gwen, have run away. I have only now been able to sob in the silence as I think about what that means. I had to let them go a year ago when I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109522121753443415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109522121753443415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109522121753443415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109522121753443415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/tuesday-mourning.html' title='Tuesday Mourning'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109478752242906960</id><published>2004-09-09T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:38:42.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my potty...</title><summary type='text'>E pooped in the potty this evening!This is a great day. It's strange to think such a mundane activity as taking a dump could cause such excitement but it has, in me at least. He seemed rather unimpressed. He was more interested in showing me that he knew the difference between Blue and Yellow in his Winnie the Pooh book about colors. This impressed the hell out of me as well because just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109478752242906960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109478752242906960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109478752242906960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109478752242906960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-my-potty.html' title='It&apos;s my potty...'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109444303650041241</id><published>2004-09-05T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:57:16.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it go both ways Smoking Ghost?</title><summary type='text'>My foot hurts! It's not a minor annoyance when I'm walking, only when I'm laying down putting no pressure on it at all. When I'm walking it's nearly debilatiating, I walk with a pronounced limp. This started today so I haven't seen a doctor, chiropractor, reflexologist, voodou priestess or witch doctor yet.13. Lung17. Diaphragm18. Solar Plexus9. ArmAccording to "New Choices in Natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109444303650041241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109444303650041241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109444303650041241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109444303650041241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/does-it-go-both-ways-smoking-ghost.html' title='Does it go both ways Smoking Ghost?'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109435463568763682</id><published>2004-09-04T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:27:14.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Children's Music Debate</title><summary type='text'>The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round...Yeah mommy! Bus! Bus!Mommy no sing!Every morning it's the same thing. I am asked to sing the wheels on the bus and every morning E goes goofy when we see school busses, which are plentiful in the 'burbs especially when you live next door to a school. I was hoping to find a tape or CD with that song on it so someone else could do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109435463568763682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109435463568763682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109435463568763682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109435463568763682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/great-childrens-music-debate.html' title='The Great Children&apos;s Music Debate'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109418812046231574</id><published>2004-09-02T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:15:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Aliterate</title><summary type='text'>In response to "Aliteracy: a sad rant " by  http://pbe56.blogspot.com/I don't read books regularly, never did. I didn't enjoyed it that much as a kid -- it was always WORK. It was an assignment, it was a punishment, it was what you did out of desperation. I read slowly and sometimes it takes too long to get to the point in a story where I really want to continue. My mind wanders and I can think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109418812046231574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109418812046231574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109418812046231574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109418812046231574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/confessions-of-aliterate.html' title='Confessions of an Aliterate'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109409438449965472</id><published>2004-09-01T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:27:57.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Passion' Sells 4.1M Copies in One Day </title><summary type='text'>Wed Sep 1, 5:30 PM ETBy ANTHONY BREZNICAN, AP Entertainment Writer LOS ANGELES - The second coming of Mel Gibson (news)'s biblical epic "The Passion of the Christ" sold 4.1 million DVD copies by Wednesday after only one day in stores. In terms of one-day sales, Fox is describing the movie as the best-selling R-rated film of all time and best-selling non-English language film of all time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109409438449965472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109409438449965472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109409438449965472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109409438449965472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/09/passion-sells-41m-copies-in-one-day.html' title='&apos;Passion&apos; Sells 4.1M Copies in One Day '/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109401110210360023</id><published>2004-08-31T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:58:22.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Glorious 1 hr lunch</title><summary type='text'>I told my boss today I needed my hour lunch back and I was granted the schedule change. I came home for lunch today and checked the mail, made my bed (first time since I've lived here), unpacked 2 boxes, put away 2 baskets of clean clothes, sorted the dirty laundry and hung 2 pictures. It was WONDERFUL!A couple of months ago Big P. Co., in an attempt to cut costs (save money, suck more life out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109401110210360023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109401110210360023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109401110210360023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109401110210360023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/08/glorious-1-hr-lunch.html' title='the Glorious 1 hr lunch'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109384577886337409</id><published>2004-08-29T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T01:02:58.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonale depression, the lockout and the ears</title><summary type='text'>Seasonale isn't for me. The website, the ads, all the literature put out by Duramed Pharmaceuticals, Inc., a subsidiary of Barr Pharmaceuticals, Inc. shows women so happy about their lack of periods and lack of pregnancy they're dancing and jumping for joy. You can imagine them saying, "Yea! I only get my period 4 times a year, this is fantastic!" The fine print says, "Risks with SEASONALE® are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109384577886337409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109384577886337409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109384577886337409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109384577886337409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/08/seasonale-depression-lockout-and-ears.html' title='Seasonale depression, the lockout and the ears'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109367223686575504</id><published>2004-08-27T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:50:36.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Shift is Never Over</title><summary type='text'>The Night Shift is NEVER out of your system. It may go into remission like some kind of cancer but it is never really gone, really.I worked nights for Big P. Co. for 6 years. I met a few nice people at work but it killed any chance of a normal life, any chance to party -- this is important when you're in your 20s and single, any chance to meet decent men who work regular hours. Well the night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109367223686575504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109367223686575504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109367223686575504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109367223686575504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/08/night-shift-is-never-over.html' title='The Night Shift is Never Over'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109357919206975244</id><published>2004-08-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:59:52.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessity and Co. Decorators cause Neurosis</title><summary type='text'>When I was house hunting I thought for sure all the places I looked at were mute. Nothing spoke to me. Even though it was empty I knew the moment I walked though the door of my current place I was home. It was built in 1973, decorated soon after that and NEVER changed. It had the half wall, half post divider at the entrance and the open Brady Bunch stairway. The kitchen was tiled, floor to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109357919206975244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109357919206975244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109357919206975244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109357919206975244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/08/necessity-and-co-decorators-cause.html' title='Necessity and Co. Decorators cause Neurosis'/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081484.post-109349206001612908</id><published>2004-08-25T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:47:40.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins… </title><summary type='text'>I have a sink full of dirty dishes, baskets full of unwashed laundry, a thin layer of dust has collected on the boxes I have yet to unpack from our move and here I am writing to you. Between a full time job, a full time toddler, and a new home I am stressed to the limit. Occasionally I need something more theraputic than dishes to keep me sane…so now it begins.A little bit about the players in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/feeds/109349206001612908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081484&amp;postID=109349206001612908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109349206001612908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081484/posts/default/109349206001612908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalyber.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins… '/><author><name>Katie_Bolinger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOqUOKs-BeQ/Tc2Mcp_8DxI/AAAAAAAABZw/atV6mYcfrxY/s220/oohAKiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
