<?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-5951964</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:36:30.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Spoon</title><subtitle type='html'>So how deep &lt;em&gt;DOES&lt;/em&gt; the rabbit hole go?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107852763359614227</id><published>2004-03-05T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:03:35.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now we've got DOUBLE TROUBLE."</title><summary type='text'>As expressed by my husband this morning upon finding out the baby is another GIRL.It's absolutely for sure this time. The baby decided it was tired of being called a boy so she flipped around and put her but up in the air for everyone to see what she was made of. The  technician was trying to be diplomatic and waited until it was perfectly clear what the gender was before revealing her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107852763359614227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107852763359614227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107852763359614227' title='&lt;em&gt;&quot;Now we&apos;ve got DOUBLE TROUBLE.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107835261296422935</id><published>2004-03-03T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:26:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big City Girl At Heart</title><summary type='text'>I may live in the country, but I sure know where to work.Today for lunch my friend and I were fortunate enough to hear (at the last minute) about a FREE concert to the Fort Worth Symphony. They preformed Beethovan's Symphony No. 1 in C Major, Opus 21, and The Three Olympians by Contemporary Composer, Peter Boyer. This was an impromptu concert (they are still practicing and refining the pieces</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107835261296422935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107835261296422935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835261296422935' title='Big City Girl At Heart'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107824953730488483</id><published>2004-03-02T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:48:34.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconcious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Week 561. Hollywood::Squares2. Censor::Explicit lyrics3. NASCAR::Dale Earnhardt4. Lube::Sex5. Mortgage::Loan6. Freedom::Liberty7. Champion::Greek Heros8. Reality TV::Survivor9. New York::Twin Towers10. Tease::Me Please</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107824953730488483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107824953730488483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824953730488483' title='Unconcious Mutterings'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107791661248664157</id><published>2004-02-27T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T15:19:44.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><summary type='text'>In visiting Anne's page I realized I most resemble the Hermione Granger character type.Not being satisfied, I followed a few links finding another quiz on Pam's page and was much happier with the results...Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.I have taken the Kiersey Personality Sorter before and came up with the same "INFP" description so I am fairly happy with these results</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107791661248664157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107791661248664157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791661248664157' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107782000711370184</id><published>2004-02-26T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T12:29:37.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My wings</title><summary type='text'>You are one of the few out there whose wings are truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and divine, you are one blessed with a certain cosmic grace. You are unequalled in peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of Light your wings are massive and a soft white or silver. Countless feathers grace them and radiate the light within you for all the world to see. You are a defender, protector, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107782000711370184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107782000711370184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782000711370184' title='My wings'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107757226776055835</id><published>2004-02-23T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:40:34.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Peanuts</title><summary type='text'>I went to the doctor this morning to find out the sex of my baby (the little peanut itself).As I was sitting in the waiting area, It started doing flips... positioning itself apparently, because when we got to the sonogram room it was turned "transverse" which apparently means it's being shy. The technician told me I would have to come back in two weeks and try again, but that everything else</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107757226776055835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107757226776055835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757226776055835' title='Speaking of Peanuts'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107757181207640148</id><published>2004-02-23T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:32:58.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts!</title><summary type='text'>You are Schroeder! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by QuizillaThanks Alicia!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107757181207640148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107757181207640148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757181207640148' title='Peanuts!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107723211313509911</id><published>2004-02-19T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:12:08.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really??</title><summary type='text'>You're Lolita!by Vladimir NabokovConsidered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and probably gotten caught for them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107723211313509911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107723211313509911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723211313509911' title='&lt;em&gt;Really??&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107703552564950244</id><published>2004-02-17T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T10:34:43.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics??</title><summary type='text'>I don't usually stick my nose into the political side of things, mostly because I am blissfully unaware of what's going on, but a friend emailed me a joke this morning that I thought was cute and I thought I would share...~~~A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107703552564950244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107703552564950244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703552564950244' title='Politics??'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107696316564162780</id><published>2004-02-16T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T14:31:09.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Rain, Not Sleet, Just SNOW!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Late Valentine's Day, if you celebrate it. I don't usually make it to the computer on the weekends, due to the over-enthusiastic one year old trying to "help" mom while she's working, so my weekend posts are usually made mondays at work.Hence the Snow title.  I realized that the snow we got on valentine's day was REAL snow. Not the ice we Texans usually receive in the winter, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107696316564162780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107696316564162780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696316564162780' title='Not Rain, Not Sleet, Just SNOW!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107669591264017612</id><published>2004-02-13T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:17:02.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Youth of a Nation</title><summary type='text'>My boss brought in those little Sweethearts "Conversation Hearts" you always see at Valentine's.  You know, the ones that have little phrases written on them like "U R Sweet", "I'm Yours", or "Call Me".I grabbed a handful as I haven't eaten lunch yet and was looking through the sayings in my hand.  I realized they had been updated from when I was young...There's one that says "E mail",  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107669591264017612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107669591264017612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669591264017612' title='The Youth of a Nation'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107668983471521601</id><published>2004-02-13T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:33:44.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Lives</title><summary type='text'>Kate wasa Sensitive Modelin a past life.Discover your past lives @ Quiz MeThanks Alicia... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107668983471521601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107668983471521601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668983471521601' title='Past Lives'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107660838519968860</id><published>2004-02-12T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:55:36.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Another Day — Really.</title><summary type='text'>I think this holiday business has gone to the dogs... retail dogs that is.It's all about what you buy.All holidays have some gimmick to get you to go buy stuff for someone.Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Fathers Day, Fourth of July, Halloween, Christmas...  Even the un-obvious ones like New years, St. Patrick's, Mardi Gras or Thanksgiving require you to make a trip to the grocery or liquor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107660838519968860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107660838519968860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660838519968860' title='It&apos;s Just Another Day — Really.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107609035513710345</id><published>2004-02-06T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:01:37.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Womb With A View</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what to think about this...On one hand I think it would be very cool to be able to see what the baby LOOKS like, but at the same time it just seems wrong. And I'm not sure why.Creepy wrong.But I am giving it some thought... It would be cool for the baby book. And you could see if it (he/she) looked like you or not. But does that detract from the moment of birth?  Wouldn't you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107609035513710345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107609035513710345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609035513710345' title='Womb With A View'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107549733240632488</id><published>2004-01-30T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T15:20:22.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you SEEN</title><summary type='text'>... THIS show?Its Called Boohbah... and its kinda scary.I thought "Teletubbies" was frightening when it first came out, but I don't mind it as much anymore, especially after seeing what is new on the PBS front.Apparently it's British, which explains a little, but I haven't heard anything good come from the reviews at all.It's about these 5 "atoms of light, fun &amp; energy" that bounce around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107549733240632488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107549733240632488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549733240632488' title='Have you SEEN'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107548136070469158</id><published>2004-01-30T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:53:10.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Factor</title><summary type='text'>You are 23% geekOK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107548136070469158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107548136070469158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548136070469158' title='Geek Factor'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107539410407685929</id><published>2004-01-29T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:37:15.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just popping in</title><summary type='text'>for my daily quiz... You're a dragon. You're smart and cunning, andenjoy taking risks. Your need for independenceis an advantage, but sometimes it alienates youfrom others. As far as *good* and *evil*,you're pretty neutral--but you may havesomething of a wicked streak. What mythical beast are you? brought to you by QuizillaI'v had a really bad cold for the last week so thinking of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107539410407685929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107539410407685929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539410407685929' title='Just popping in'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107530741921303480</id><published>2004-01-28T10:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:49:17.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sci/Fi Fantasy Character</title><summary type='text'>Boldly striving to overcome the darkness both in this world and within yourself, you are righteously devoted to forging your own destiny.It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers.Luke is a character in the Star Wars universe. ~~~Does this mean I get to be Openly Gay as well???  And is that a good thing or a bad thing??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107530741921303480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107530741921303480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530741921303480' title='My Sci/Fi Fantasy Character'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107515069019385066</id><published>2004-01-26T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:00:17.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Daiquiri!</title><summary type='text'>Sweet and fruity, you drink to have fun and love every minute of it!Congratulations!! You're a strawberry daquiri!! What Drink Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107515069019385066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107515069019385066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515069019385066' title='Strawberry Daiquiri!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107471266304452524</id><published>2004-01-21T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:19:44.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NERD</title><summary type='text'> 9.523809523809523% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?And proud of it!Compliments of FireMyst's Lair  via Ludicrous Speed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107471266304452524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107471266304452524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471266304452524' title='NERD'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107470515424699339</id><published>2004-01-21T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T11:14:35.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-- The ULTIMATE Personality Quiz --</title><summary type='text'>Seer The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by QuizillaThanks  Alicia I needed something silly to start the day off right. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107470515424699339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107470515424699339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470515424699339' title='-- The ULTIMATE Personality Quiz --'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107462627354085084</id><published>2004-01-20T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:19:53.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!!</title><summary type='text'>…Comments Are Back!Now Anne and Alicia have a place to trash me for my poor word choice.  Remind me to never say the words "generation gap" AGAIN!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107462627354085084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107462627354085084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462627354085084' title='Hurray!!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107428632520287835</id><published>2004-01-16T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:54:00.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments for me</title><summary type='text'>It seems blogspeak (the former comments host for my site) had ceased to be, and has been absorbed by Haloscan. According to their website I will be able to update my code very soon and have comments again. Until then I'll have silent pages. Not like thats much different than before.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107428632520287835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107428632520287835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428632520287835' title='No comments for me'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107427795637262811</id><published>2004-01-16T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:34:30.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentus Nill-us</title><summary type='text'>Seems Im having trouble with my comments... give me a few and hopefully I can figure out whats wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107427795637262811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107427795637262811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427795637262811' title='Commentus Nill-us'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107427726766493397</id><published>2004-01-16T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:23:02.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossal Death Robot??</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder about these bloggers I try to emulate... All these quizzes, sometimes I dont have a CLUE what I end up with, but I think that's the generation gap thing again...  Ah, well... Check it out, I'm an ABC Warrior!Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107427726766493397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107427726766493397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427726766493397' title='Colossal Death Robot??'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107394405952568958</id><published>2004-01-12T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:48:00.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Other Name...</title><summary type='text'>On Kylanath's Musings I found a Random Title And Name Generator...  Fun, Fun.Here's Mine:You shall henceforth be known as: Lesser Goddess-In-Training of Boxes Of Animal Crackers, Kate Fusion Lau Now that's what I call a sticky situation. You shall henceforth be known as: Assistant Chairwoman of The Inept Navy of Indefinite Timeframes, Kate Patrick The avalanche has started; it's too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107394405952568958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107394405952568958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394405952568958' title='Any Other Name...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107393558921978781</id><published>2004-01-12T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T13:26:50.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I need another quiz</title><summary type='text'>... to tell me who I am:Seems like I took this one before, but I got the same result so I thought it must be true... Your element is Earth. I hate to say it but you aredown to earth. Stubborn and loyal. You tend towant to nurture others and you are the oneperson friends always come to for awnsers.Without people like you others would be flyingover the edge because, whether you know it ornot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107393558921978781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107393558921978781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393558921978781' title='As if I need another quiz'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-10736839280770216</id><published>2004-01-09T15:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:37:25.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can breath again...</title><summary type='text'>After nearly a week of sick child syndrom, I can now relax.She had some kind of stomach virus, vomitting and diarrhea and NOT eating, starting last Sunday morning at 1:30am.  I got a report from her grandmother (the babysitter) a little bit ago saying she's made a full recovery and has eaten EVERYTHING in the house... THAT'S my girl.I was beginning to get worried because she couldn't seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/10736839280770216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/10736839280770216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10736839280770216' title='I can breath again...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107341159869027352</id><published>2004-01-06T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T11:53:37.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankness</title><summary type='text'>I come to my page and realize I really don't post that often. Not nearly often enough to warrant having a page... This band wagon would be much more fun if I had a bizarre life to post about, or even off the wall ideas to share, but my life is pretty mundane.Rural living, wife and mother of one pregnant with the second child. The most exciting thing I do is go to pottery lessons on mondays,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107341159869027352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107341159869027352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107341159869027352' title='Blankness'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107332087036009850</id><published>2004-01-05T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T10:41:29.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz For The Week (maybe)</title><summary type='text'>Romantic-Sexy....Your fantasies involve love, not lust.  You are afantastic kisser, and for very good reason:it's your favorite thing.  You are sappy ashell, and you don't care who knows it. What's your brand of sexy? brought to you by QuizillaFrom Anne via Alicia...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107332087036009850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107332087036009850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332087036009850' title='Quiz For The Week (maybe)'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107306991471534981</id><published>2004-01-02T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:58:52.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't We In The Sci-fi Age Yet??</title><summary type='text'>I was driving to work this morning and my tire decided to rebel.On the highway in the middle of traffic.I pulled over and quickly got out (so as not to get hit by the diesels going 90 mph in the right hand lane) to go look at the suspect tire. Its shredded. There's a gash on the bottom and flaps of rubber hanging limply from the top.Lovely.And the shoulder happened to be on a drop off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107306991471534981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107306991471534981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306991471534981' title='Aren&apos;t We In The Sci-fi Age Yet??'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107306844494576730</id><published>2004-01-02T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:41:31.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Year</title><summary type='text'>If you've come here from Anne's page you're probably looking for my interpretation of new years eve... well I thought it was a bit dissappointing at first, but It turned out fairly well in the end.My house IS in the boonies, but I thought that might be a selling point considering the traffic in the more populated areas.  And as a matter of fact, The main reason I invited everyone over was by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107306844494576730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107306844494576730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306844494576730' title='The Newest Year'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107281401031681698</id><published>2003-12-30T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:54:45.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To Me</title><summary type='text'>I was checking out my paystub online and remembered that the company I work for gave us 100 shares of their stock last year. The only stipulation was that if we sold it we had to pay back $50 per share to the company, the rest we get to keep.  Sounds like a crappy deal, but the stocks were up to $78 per share today and guess who sold theirs? After taxes thats about $1500 in my pocket.  for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107281401031681698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107281401031681698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107281401031681698' title='Merry Christmas To Me'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107272885421667121</id><published>2003-12-29T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:17:25.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away Home.</title><summary type='text'>I have found my spiritual guides.  While I was pregnant with my daughter, I noticed everytime I turned around there were ladybugs crawling on me or in my car. In fact they were everywhere I looked... I thought it was my daughter's guides at first and call her my lil' ladybug as a result, but since I've become pregnant again, they have returned.I wasn't sure what they were signifying. It took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107272885421667121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107272885421667121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272885421667121' title='Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away Home.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107272848280957732</id><published>2003-12-29T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:08:20.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... How about that?</title><summary type='text'>What Famous Leader Are You?Thanks Alicia... This made me feel good about myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107272848280957732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107272848280957732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272848280957732' title='Well... How about that?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107221519856821413</id><published>2003-12-23T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:33:34.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think You're doing good</title><summary type='text'>I was going pretty good there, blogging more regularly than usual and all, then I hit a snag.  A little thing called Life.  It just gets in the way sometimes. I am so behind on all this christmas stuff its not even like a holiday.  I have a wreath on the door, and stockings hung (around the door), but we didnt even do a tree this year. We were afraid that the baby would be in the middle of it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107221519856821413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107221519856821413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221519856821413' title='Just when you think You&apos;re doing good'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107185699025121233</id><published>2003-12-19T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:03:25.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><summary type='text'>I have a couple of my friends over on friday nights for games and comraderie.  So instead of buying them christmas gifts this year I am cooking them dinner. We're having Sour-Cream Chicken Enchiladas. My grandmas recipe. My husband is thrilled of course.  It's one of the TWO things I cook. Enchiladas and Lasagna.Whenever I cook one or the other My Husband gushes over it like its the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107185699025121233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107185699025121233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185699025121233' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107184961908016927</id><published>2003-12-19T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:00:33.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats ARE Evil!</title><summary type='text'>Looks Like Anne's Husband was Right After All...  Cats do try to eat you in your sleep.  Well Sort Of.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107184961908016927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107184961908016927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184961908016927' title='Cats ARE Evil!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107152064910011042</id><published>2003-12-15T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:03:32.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Bliss</title><summary type='text'>I just had a wonderful lunch with two of my frieds at work. We went to an interesting internet cafe called Moka Java.  I had a Venetian Wrap Sandwich: Shredded Chipotle Chicken served on top of their homemade Caesar Salad with sundried tomato cream cheese on a tomato basil tortilla. It was FANTASTIC. A little spicy, but very good. It was also HUGE. I could only eat half and I am usually the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107152064910011042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107152064910011042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152064910011042' title='Pregnancy Bliss'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107151894003023689</id><published>2003-12-15T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T14:09:13.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ... maybe I SHOULD grow a backbone...</title><summary type='text'>If a stupid quiz can take my answers and deduce that I'm a "doormat" then I'm a little TOO transparent.  Ya Think??You are Scooter.You are a loyal, hardworking person, better knownas a doormat.SPECIAL TALENTS:Going for stuff.LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE:"Go For Broke!"QUOTE:"15 seconds to showtime."LAST BOOK READ:"300 New Ways to Get Your Uncle to Get You aBetter Job "NEVER LEAVES HOME </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107151894003023689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107151894003023689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151894003023689' title='Ok ... maybe I SHOULD grow a backbone...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107100594545962327</id><published>2003-12-09T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:39:17.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question:</title><summary type='text'>If you had the opportunity, would you choose the sex of your child or leave it up to nature?---So far I have been lucky, I wanted a girl at first and I got one. This time I want a boy, and so far I feel like it is. I don't know for sure obviously, I'm not far enough to tell, but you can just know sometimes. I knew with my daughter the first month. I was afraid to say anything about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100594545962327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100594545962327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100594545962327' title='Question:'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107100544466834029</id><published>2003-12-09T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:30:56.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming In Utero</title><summary type='text'>I had forgotten how strange your dreams get when you're pregnant.  I had a dream the other night that I was a spy in a video game and we were trying to upload the knowledge to shoot sniper rifles Matrix-like so that I could shoot the mobster bad guys outside the second story window I was looking out of. The next night I dreamed that my dad and brother and sister and daughter (who was another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100544466834029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100544466834029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100544466834029' title='Dreaming In Utero'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107100492885798888</id><published>2003-12-09T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:22:20.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, I can find my own!</title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Burning Rose: TheRapture."I go where my heart beckons me, and I gowith my head high.  But sometimes, I get a needuntil I bleed so my heart swims above myhead."The Burning Rose is associated with passion,intensity, and desire.  It is governed by thegod Eros and its sign is The Flame, or PhysicalLove.As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the momentif you let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100492885798888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107100492885798888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100492885798888' title='Ha, I can find my own!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107092076104402762</id><published>2003-12-08T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:59:53.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Cancelled...</title><summary type='text'>It's All Your Fault.You told Santa you'd been good this year.......And he died Laughing!--Compliments of an email I just received from an old friend."But, I HAVE been good"   :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107092076104402762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107092076104402762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092076104402762' title='Christmas Is Cancelled...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107091009620799337</id><published>2003-12-08T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:01:48.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And for the record</title><summary type='text'>I took the christmas carol quiz and it thought I was in Australia...  Bizarre. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107091009620799337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107091009620799337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091009620799337' title='And for the record'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107055555610410820</id><published>2003-12-08T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:58:19.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another...</title><summary type='text'>I can't let any quiz go by without trying it to see what I get as opposed to everyone else's results.Alicia  posted her results for this quiz last week I think... Naturally I had to go take it."You must remember this, a kiss is still akiss". Your romance is Casablanca. Aclassic story of love in trying times, chockfull of both cynicism and hope. You obviouslybelieve in true love, but you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107055555610410820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107055555610410820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055555610410820' title='And Another...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107090880994375355</id><published>2003-12-08T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:40:21.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Appeal?</title><summary type='text'>Tomboy What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by QuizillaIs it bad to immediately go and do any new quiz posted on your friend's blog, and refuse to waste the time trying to find a cool one for yourself??  How about the uglyness of only posting quiz results to your own blog?Don't worry I got rid of the freelance job of death, so hopefully my mind will be free of stress and I can sit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107090880994375355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107090880994375355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090880994375355' title='Sex Appeal?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106970612664740638</id><published>2003-12-01T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:24:59.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soul</title><summary type='text'>From Last Week... I really like the art this person chose. You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might haveyour pet peeves, but other than that, you'remainly calm. Blending in with yoursurroundings, you're the type of person whoeveryone likes. Usually it's you who cracksjokes at social gatherings - after all,laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes youpretend to be stupid, but in all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106970612664740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106970612664740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#106970612664740638' title='My Soul'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-107030040380579012</id><published>2003-12-01T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T11:40:13.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies on the Boulevard</title><summary type='text'>I finally received the pictures I had made of The Baby on her birthday.  She's Sooo Cute!These are only a few of the 80+ pictures taken.  Im having a really hard time whitteling down my choices to a managable price range.  They're all cute and each one captures a different facial expression.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107030040380579012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/107030040380579012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030040380579012' title='Babies on the Boulevard'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106988026016607596</id><published>2003-11-26T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T14:57:48.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Presents</title><summary type='text'>My birthday is Sunday... I'll be 27.I had completely forgotten about it until I was working ahead in my pile of work and realized I was typing my birthday over and over. I knew it was this month, that it was coming up, but not that it was THIS close.My husband has been moping around the house for several days complaining about not knowing what to get me this year.  He's got ideas, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106988026016607596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106988026016607596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988026016607596' title='Birthday Presents'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106919414279598837</id><published>2003-11-18T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:22:29.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invertabrates need love too.</title><summary type='text'>Anyone else step OVER the snails crawling on the sidewalk in the rain?They are such a small part of the ecosystem, and it’s so easy to just ignore them and keep on walking. I just can’t make myself do it. I hate the crunching sound their little shells make as you step down.Yesterday as I was heading to my car after work I noticed the little guys were all scattered across the sidewalk. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106919414279598837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106919414279598837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919414279598837' title='Invertabrates need love too.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106909926387028802</id><published>2003-11-17T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:01:10.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><summary type='text'>I took the baby here to have her pictures made yesterday.  The lady was really nice, and the baby coopperated beautifully. We got some really cute pictures! The best part is she does everything digitally so I'll have pictures to post soon.I had my freelance client accuse me of not giving her my undivided attention. She wanted to know how many other clients I had besides her and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909926387028802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909926387028802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909926387028802' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106909635691141075</id><published>2003-11-17T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:12:43.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Upside:</title><summary type='text'>I am Water!You are water. You're not really organic; you'reneither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acidand a base at the same time. You're strongwilled and opinionated, but relaxed and readyto flow. So while you often seem worthless,without you, everything would just not work.People should definitely drink more of youevery day. Which Biological Molecule Are You? brought to you by QuizillaI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909635691141075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909635691141075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909635691141075' title='On the Upside:'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106909623304713334</id><published>2003-11-17T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:10:39.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconcious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Via Alicia, Via LunaNina Comes my interpretations of their free association exercise... maybe this will kick start my brain today.Plan B::Plan ASeattle::WashingtonThe Lady Wore::A red beretUpsetting::ArgumentTampon:: Feminine HygieneCelebrity:: Brad PittBaja:: California64::Megabytes RGB::VGA Milkshake::ChocolateUmm, or maybe it will remain dormant all day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909623304713334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106909623304713334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909623304713334' title='Unconcious Mutterings'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106908788078739711</id><published>2003-11-17T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T10:51:26.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Affection</title><summary type='text'>cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to beclose to your special someone and feel warm,comfortable, and needed What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by QuizillaFits me exactly!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106908788078739711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106908788078739711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908788078739711' title='Signs of Affection'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106875397275487798</id><published>2003-11-13T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:06:18.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thought...</title><summary type='text'>Not really a question, more of an idea:I never really had any role models growing up. Does that make me strange?Everyone always says, "I really looked up to her", or "He was my inspiration". I never said that. I could never find anything inspirational about movie stars, sports heros, or political icons. They were just people, most with good luck or maybe a sharp intellect. Why would I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106875397275487798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106875397275487798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875397275487798' title='Today&apos;s Thought...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106875053766277193</id><published>2003-11-13T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T13:12:38.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy Characters Revealed</title><summary type='text'>You are Kendra "Emotions are weakness. You shouldn't entertain them."What "Buffy" Character Are You? Problem here being: I'm not entirely sure who Kendra is. I have watched parts of most of the previous seasons, but I suppose I missed all the ones with her featured.  Oh well, at least she's got a cool quote.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106875053766277193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106875053766277193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875053766277193' title='Buffy Characters Revealed'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106866283227166595</id><published>2003-11-12T12:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T12:48:26.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being An Intellectual</title><summary type='text'>... or trying.I wanted this blog to be a place where I could write things down and come back days later and reread them sparking interest all over again.  Unfortunately I have let it devolve into a place to keep notes on the days activities.  And then only sporadically.That's not what I had intended.Maybe, if I set a specific goal it would help.hmmm, actually, having a specific goal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106866283227166595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106866283227166595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106866283227166595' title='Being An Intellectual'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106858310280965751</id><published>2003-11-11T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:38:27.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer Matrix Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Found this:Which Matrix Persona Are You?You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimateheroine. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by QuizillaThought Anne would wanna know. It's a little more updated, and uses Reloaded characters.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106858310280965751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106858310280965751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858310280965751' title='Newer Matrix Quiz'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106850616929156421</id><published>2003-11-10T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:16:13.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the living...</title><summary type='text'>I'm officially back from vacation.  Unfortunately.  I waited as long as possible before I showed up at work, but inevitably I'm here. And the work is piled up waiting for me.The baby's party went along fine, there were ALOT of people crowding around me, and as much as I like being around people, I was uncomfortable.  I think it was the fact that I was trying to make sure everyone was happy, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106850616929156421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106850616929156421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850616929156421' title='Land of the living...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106823367302025006</id><published>2003-11-07T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:36:45.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><summary type='text'>I went to work Monday and Tuesday, and got the rest of the week off to plan for the baby's 1st Birthday.  We're doing a princess theme. It was originally going to be fairy tales, but Disney has the market on birthday party supplies, and since they don't have a generic fairy tale movie, I couldn't find anything to use. We decided on Fairy tale princess, because you can use solid colored supplies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106823367302025006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106823367302025006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823367302025006' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106796763943470949</id><published>2003-11-04T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:40:42.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Answered</title><summary type='text'>I felt like using my brain today so thought I would give Alicia's questions a try...1. 1. If you could pick your neighbors (living, dead, real or fictional), who would live to your right, to your left, across from you and below you?Across From me should be My grandmother, She's getting older and I would like her to be closer so she can see the baby, but not close enough so that she can peek in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106796763943470949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106796763943470949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796763943470949' title='Questions Answered'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106788331473909202</id><published>2003-11-03T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T12:15:17.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80's - Schmaties</title><summary type='text'>    Thanks Anne For reminding me how badly I am at this. :o)  I did manage 41.5 points with all the bonus questions though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106788331473909202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106788331473909202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788331473909202' title='80&apos;s - Schmaties'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106763340163996272</id><published>2003-10-31T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T14:50:04.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!  :)</title><summary type='text'>I decided to squeeze myself into my renaissance dress and wear a mask I made out of clay. Its supposed to look like a dragon, but I twisted the horns down and around so that it actually resembles a devil or demon. It's still cool though and I was a hit at work. of course that could have been the cleavage.no one believes I really made the mask myself.Back to the squeezing in thing... I REALLY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106763340163996272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106763340163996272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763340163996272' title='Happy Halloween!  :)'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106744958258358318</id><published>2003-10-29T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T11:51:20.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To call insurance or not to call insurance...</title><summary type='text'>I hate insurance companies.   But I hate hit and runners even more. Especially when they get away with it.I was leaving work yesterday, when a guy in a Volvo wagon pulled out of a parking garage and hit my car.I was stopped at a red light. When the light changed I tried to pull over to inspect the damage and the volvo guy kept going.So I followed him and got his license plate number and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106744958258358318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106744958258358318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744958258358318' title='To call insurance or not to call insurance...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106713462528966263</id><published>2003-10-25T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:17:05.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Your Sign.</title><summary type='text'>Mine should say SUCKER.  I stopped at the mall on the way home for two things, a birthday card for my niece, and invitations for my daughter's party. I wandered through one card shop without seeing anything noteworthy, and was in front of the "You are HERE" directory when I was BLINDSIDED by this younger guy complimenting me and being friendly.  Ok I admit, I knew he wanted SOMETHING, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106713462528966263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106713462528966263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106713462528966263' title='Here&apos;s Your Sign.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106713378173315762</id><published>2003-10-25T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:03:02.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Time??</title><summary type='text'>I have just arrived home from work (after a brief stop at the mall, see next post.)  This is in addition to my 40 hr week I put in at the paper.  I thought I could handle a little extra work for two reasons, first it is supposed to be a launching pad for a freelance career I've been trying to get going since the baby was born. And second, I thought extra spending cash would be good while the baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106713378173315762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106713378173315762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106713378173315762' title='Part Time??'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106702443908445368</id><published>2003-10-24T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:24:56.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder...</title><summary type='text'>...where my blond hair is.Last night I went to my friend Anne's house to work on the baby's Halloween costume.  She's going to be a ladybug, and I found a fairly cute pattern from Simplicity that I thought would be pretty easy to knock out. Especially since we're only using part of the pattern.Well, Susie Homemaker I am NOT.I not only forgot straight pins and scissors, but I also forgot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106702443908445368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106702443908445368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702443908445368' title='Sometimes I wonder...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106693349828142113</id><published>2003-10-23T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:24:58.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, Dying, Decay</title><summary type='text'>Ok maybe it's all out of my system now... sorry for the depressing posts. It's going to be one of those days I think.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693349828142113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693349828142113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693349828142113' title='Death, Dying, Decay'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106693318265785885</id><published>2003-10-23T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:23:02.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of death,     Does anyone ever really die of natural causes anymore? "Rerun" supposedly did, but the story says the coroner was still investigating the exact nature of the death. They couldn't leave it alone.I can't remember the last time someone said, "Oh, he died of Natural Causes." It's always stroke, heart attack, murder, whatever. I think our society is past that. There's too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693318265785885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693318265785885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693318265785885' title='Old Age'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106693033173073018</id><published>2003-10-23T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:32:11.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh... Motherhood</title><summary type='text'>One thing I have learned since becoming a mother almost a year ago, is how horrible some mothers are.Anne touched on the subject yesterday, then today I read this tragic story. of course theres also this from a couple days ago.It's absolutly heart-wrenching hearing about all these women who would rather kill their children than raise them.  I used to hear stories about this kind of stuff and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693033173073018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106693033173073018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693033173073018' title='Ahh... Motherhood'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106683805624935406</id><published>2003-10-22T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:27:14.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totems </title><summary type='text'>Here we go with the bandwagon thing again. I tried the Animal Totem quiz and this is what it said:Your soul is bound to the Seventh Totem,Pandora: The Spider.Pandora appears as an amethyst spider.  Sheembodies creativity, imagination, craft, andvirtuosity.  She is associated with thecolor amethyst, the season of autumn, and theelement of wind.  Her downfall is daydreaming.You are most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683805624935406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683805624935406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683805624935406' title='Totems '/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106683551009718376</id><published>2003-10-22T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T10:11:50.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletons In The Closet</title><summary type='text'>I found out last night that the county my parents live in has recently posted a website that lists everyone arrested from 1982 to the present. Including pictures, offenses and dates of incarceration. This wouldn't be a problem for me, since I've never been in jail.But I have a renegade family.Everyone in the immediate family has been arrested at least once. Mother, father, sister, brother, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683551009718376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683551009718376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683551009718376' title='Skeletons In The Closet'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106683466115201880</id><published>2003-10-22T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T09:57:40.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><summary type='text'>Is it wrong to dream about another man's wife?Mind you, my dreams are usually pretty strange and chaotic, and I don't readily remember details unless I repeat them in my head till I fully awake. Mostly I end up with haphazard images and an overall tone. More of a general feeling of some sort. Contentment, love, anger, jealousy (a common character in my dreamtime), sadness etc. Once in a while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683466115201880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106683466115201880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683466115201880' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106676275178151190</id><published>2003-10-21T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T13:59:11.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Goddess</title><summary type='text'>I am a little behind, but I went back and did this quiz... Aphrodite/Eros ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by QuizillaNot exactly what I expected, but I bet it could have been worse.  Thanks  Anne!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106676275178151190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106676275178151190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676275178151190' title='Greek Goddess'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106676129792352564</id><published>2003-10-21T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T13:34:57.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><summary type='text'>The husband used to work nights. Has worked nights since before we got married. I got used to the fact that I would be alone in the evenings early on, and designed a routine to accomodate myself so I wouldn't be "lonely". Then the baby came and things changed a bit, but not too much so that I could still basically keep my routine.  It was altered, but it still worked out.Now the husband has a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106676129792352564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106676129792352564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676129792352564' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106675000242269187</id><published>2003-10-21T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T10:26:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Little Bug</title><summary type='text'>It seems there is a stomach virus going around AGAIN. I barely made it home from work yesterday before it really hit, and was up all night "being sick". I don't think it lasts very long though, like probably less than 24 hours because I made it in to work today.  Hopefully the baby and husband don't get it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106675000242269187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106675000242269187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106675000242269187' title='Nasty Little Bug'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106666731312123632</id><published>2003-10-20T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T11:28:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Ex</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel like I'm out of the loop.Most of my friends are older than me. Not too much, mind you, but enough that their "pop culture" knowledge pre-dates my own. Of course, growing up I didn't really pay attention to the trendy stuff, so that hasn't helped either. I just feel left out.  I don't remerber half of the TV shows they reference, less than half of the movies they quote, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106666731312123632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106666731312123632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666731312123632' title='Generation Ex'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106642087263375751</id><published>2003-10-17T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:01:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspection</title><summary type='text'>I suppose I should put up something about myself.  Catch the readers attention. Give them something they might actually READ.  I'm 26 years old. I Live in NE Texas, I'm married and we have one child. We just recently bought a house and the father-in-law moved in to help us pay the bills.This isn't something I am really happy about, but it was a necessary evil in order to have a big house. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106642087263375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106642087263375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642087263375751' title='Introspection'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106641466803473342</id><published>2003-10-17T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T14:28:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mononucleosis</title><summary type='text'>I found out this morning that my nephew has mono. He was taken to the local hospital and misdiagnosed with bronchitis two days ago. I find it hard to believe that someone could take a child whose only symptom is a high fever and say he must have bronchitis. Poor baby, he had to take antibiotics for two days with no results, and now they say he may have a fever for up to 6 weeks. There isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106641466803473342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106641466803473342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641466803473342' title='Mononucleosis'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951964.post-106633501115978249</id><published>2003-10-16T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:27:23.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start From Scratch</title><summary type='text'>I don't usually spill my guts for everyone, but it seems I have fallen victim to the bandwagon. In order to fulfill my urgent craving to be "normal" I have imitated friends and family and started an online Blog in order to keep my sanity. That's what this is for after all isn't it? To cleanse the mind and spirit, purging thoughts onto paper so that you can sort through and keep track? That's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106633501115978249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951964/posts/default/106633501115978249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotheryourself.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633501115978249' title='Start From Scratch'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294456167795943463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
