<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:12:51.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pithy Place</title><subtitle type='html'>A Place for Kim to share her Pithy views on anything she feels like at the moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-7175212</id><published>2001-11-16T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T10:16:08.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to be blogging for a while.  I need the break.  And I don't feel like having my life out here at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-7175212?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/7175212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/7175212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7175212' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-7002512</id><published>2001-11-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T15:35:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;a href="http://www.colorgenics.com"&gt;Colorgenics&lt;/a&gt; and took the color quiz.  It's remarkable how close this is to what I'm feeling in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blue-girl.com/words/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; for blogging this site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a vivid imagination and this is good. Great inventors, explorers all had inventive, imaginative minds. Your friends and acquaintances may consider you over-imaginative and given to fantasy or day-dreaming. So what ?... this is a part of your character and charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently you have been experiencing considerable mental anguish and turmoil. You are bored and discontent. Nothing seems to be going right for you. Even your relationships aren't working out and you don't quite know which way to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not an argumentative sort of person and "rather than fight - you'd switch" (an old cigarette ad cliche). But when you try to assert yourself - as sometimes you may try to do - you meet with so much resistance and effrontery that manifests itself so obviously that you become hurt, indignant and resentful. So in order to have peace and quiet ... you tend to become inhibited You keep it all to yourself ...but deep down-you 'feel' and 'hurt' a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, you are experiencing stress because of restriction on your independence. You need and seek respect from other people and it is essential that they appreciate you for yourself and not for what they would like you to be. You have your own beliefs and convictions and you would like to be respected for them. You are anxious to avail yourself of every opportunity that may come your way but nevertheless, come what may, you have the need to control your own destiny without imposed limitations or restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time.... You feel that you are not valued for what or who you are. You need OUT. So why procrastinate any longer .... MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-7002512?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/7002512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/7002512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7002512' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6918160</id><published>2001-11-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T12:14:33.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to work this morning and there were 3 messages on my phone.  All were from my step-mother.  She's an early morning person and instead of bothering us non-morning people at home with a bunch of questions, she phones our work voice mail and pesters that instead.  What it all boiled down to is she's ready to do serious Christmas shopping and needed feedback. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief.  Christmas shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLP:  Build A Bear has opened a workshop in Salt Lake City!  Finally!  Laura took the girls and me to their workshop in Denver and we had the best time picking out our bears, stuffing them just right, making a wish on their hearts, and then dressing them to perfection!  One thing the girls will be getting for Christmas is a gift certificate to Build A Bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6918160?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6918160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6918160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6918160' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6896183</id><published>2001-11-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T16:52:59.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm getting off easy for Thanksgiving!  I just need to do a couple of raisen pies and an apple/banana salad.  Too cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6896183?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6896183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6896183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6896183' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6818312</id><published>2001-11-02T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T12:01:19.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's November.  Time to officially start thinking about the nutty holiday season.  Thanksgiving will be huge this year.  My cousin is leaving on a mission the first week of December, so the whole family wants to get together one more time before he leaves.  And my step-mother's family wants to have everyone together, too.  And this will all take place at my parents home.  We have managed to seat 45 at one time there, so I'm sure we'll all fit.  And it will be fun!  Just a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many pies I'm making this year?  Ugh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6818312?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6818312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6818312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6818312' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6768081</id><published>2001-10-31T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T14:10:53.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Halloween!  Time for trick or treating!  Time to get ready to swipe any and all Reeces that my kids may bring home!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6768081?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6768081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6768081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6768081' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6719222</id><published>2001-10-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T19:47:59.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thought:  People who can't post a comment on a blog and take credit for it probably shouldn't post their comments.  I admire people who can loathe me, dislike me, or whatever and have the courage to let me know their views and actually let me know who they are.  They are people to be admired, even with opposing viewpoints.  And while I know I'm not admired or respected by everyone, I do have the backbone to post my name with any comments I may make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6719222?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6719222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6719222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6719222' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6702826</id><published>2001-10-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T08:36:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love pithy emails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never make a permanent decision based on a temporary storm.  No matter how raging the billows are today, remind yourself:  "This too shall pass!"  (T. D. Jakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6702826?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6702826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6702826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6702826' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6702123</id><published>2001-10-29T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T08:06:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stomach flu sucks.  Especially when it doesn't go away for days.  But I lived and I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6702123?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6702123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6702123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6702123' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6533974</id><published>2001-10-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T14:17:38.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favorite blogs belongs to &lt;a href="http://schadenfreude.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diane S.&lt;/a&gt;.  She has such a way with words.  When she twists that knife, I squirm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6533974?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6533974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6533974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6533974' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6525790</id><published>2001-10-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T08:26:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting more money for my injured car than I was planning on.  Still not enough to buy another car right away, but enough to make a good start on saving for one!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6525790?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6525790' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6441281</id><published>2001-10-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate family parties.  Especially ones that I'm in charge of.  Especially with the silly cousins and brothers that I have that cannot seem to let go of old feuds long enough to get together and celebrate a joyous occasion without snarling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier to all you thick heads:  Can I just say to all the people who I used to like and respect and now am having trouble liking and respecting to get over themselves already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6441281?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6441281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6441281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6441281' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6425505</id><published>2001-10-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T21:57:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"All living relationships are in process of change, of expansion, and must perpetually be building themselves new forms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6425505?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6425505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6425505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6425505' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6421852</id><published>2001-10-17T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T19:06:46.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I admire:  People who aren't afraid to take chances.  I wish I was more like this.  And I admire deeply those who continually take chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is a general observation.  I'm really not talking about anyone in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6421852?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6421852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6421852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6421852' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6409223</id><published>2001-10-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T10:15:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting vague posts so no one gets hurt seems to not be working very well for me on my blog.  Because the world revolves completely around a lot of people, many thought my posts were about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Laura and Amy:  Yes, my feelings are hurt.  Yes, I'll get over it.  I always do.  If you'll notice the time line of my posts yesterday, when I finally started reading blogs and trying to find out where you guys had all disappeared to (you guys meaning Amy, Laura, Aimee, Verna, and others) I found Aimee's touching farewell.  At that time, darn near FIVE HOURS after the bite me post, I still did not know about the other boards that you have set up.  So, obviously (to me, anyway) the bite me post was not directed at you because of the other board set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to whether or not I'd be offended at the content of your boards, who the hell made you my content police?  You guys have always been wonderful in letting me know if you think I might fall off my chair going to one of your links, but you've always left the choice to me whether to go there or not.  And, while I don't type the "f" word much and say it even less, it doesn't make my hair stand on end.  I thought you knew that about me.  But that would be assuming, and from the correspondence I've had this morning there has been way too much assumption going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the people who can bite me because I'm loosing respect and like for them are mostly a group of people who I'm related to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to my pity party post.  Colleen, my very dear friend, has made some changes at Moms Life.  They are hard changes to adapt to.  Gotta tell you that I loathe the new software.  I MISS the WebX software, page views and all.  I've even been trying to find more boards at Moms Online that I can like so I can use that software.  And at the same time, I have been Colleen's assistant for a very long time.  Long enough that when she asks me to help her and support her thru all these changes I told her I would.  And I have done my damnendest to help.  While at the same time bitching about the changes.  It helped a lot when Colleen and I talked on the phone and talked about both of our many frustrations with the changes.  It is nice to feel that someone else has the same frustrations.  Made me feel validated.  And helped me to get rid of the heaviness of the frustrations.  I'm still not a happy camper.  But I'm beginning to understand the new software.  And the emails requesting help have slowed down to a trickle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pity party was the lack of support that I was feeling from others who I thought would still be in Colleen's cheering section.  And because I noticed these people missing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what started my blog reading.  Which lead to my post about Aimee and her farewell.  And her farewell frosted me.  Why?  Well, if a friend is moving on and is truly a friend I would expect at least a personal goodbye, if not a forwarding address.  Not just a vacancy notice posted where she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the meaning behind my posts from yesterday.  I promise never again to post vague posts.  I promise to always call everyone by name here in my blog.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6409223?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6409223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6409223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6409223' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6386964</id><published>2001-10-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T14:01:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was wondering where all my online friends had gone to, so I went reading blogs.  &lt;a href="http://www.aimwil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; posted a touching farewell on Friday, but left no clues as to where she went to.  Oh well.  Don't let the door hit you in the butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6386964?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6386964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6386964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6386964' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6381441</id><published>2001-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T10:02:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a pity party.  I'll get over it one of these days.  But currently, I'm feeling very sorry for myself.  And for another.  I think I'll have ice cream for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6381441?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6381441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6381441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6381441' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6380767</id><published>2001-10-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T08:51:34.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I just say to all the people who I used to like and respect and now am having trouble liking and respecting to get over themselves already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see yourself in this and get your panties in a wad, bite me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6380767?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6380767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6380767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6380767' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6379888</id><published>2001-10-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T08:08:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subject FWA Marine Tells It Like It Is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Marine Fighter Pilot and as an Astronaut, John Glenn has earned our undying respect.  As a U.S. Senator, he appeared to lose integrity or common sense at times, especially during the "Chinagate" hearings.  Nevertheless, this dissertation is right on the money and needs to be read by everyone.  Kind of like Kipling's "Tommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a letter written to all Americans from a Marine Corps pilot. It is in response to that Canadian newspaper article that is flying around everyone's e-mail praising the U.S. This is his opinion but many in the military community can't help but agree with it. Read and pass on to anyone that you think didn't believe in the military before 11 September. Remember John Glenn's famous quote when he was asked what it felt like sitting atop the rocket, ready to launch? "I felt about as good as anybody would, sitting in a capsule on top of a rocket that were both built by the lowest bidder." (Senator John Glenn, Major USMC, Retired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my e-mail this morning, I had about 20 forwards of the article written by Gordon Sinclair, the Canadian who so eloquently praised the United States. What most of you do not realize is that this commentary was written many years ago. Those of us in the military service have known about it for a long time. Now Americans are flooding the net with it as if it were new. It is not. When it was written, most Americans didn't read it because most Americans did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy that befell all of us on September 11th shocked America.  America no longer feels safe. Many of you have said, "The government should have known! Thirty billion dollars is spent on intelligence! What about the military?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder America: you voted our government into office. For years, you allowed some dishonest politicians and twisted television media personalities to shape your ideas about the defense of our nation. Why?  Because most Americans were too lazy to look beyond the three-minute Sound bites on the evening news. Here's a news flash not being broadcast much  "On September 11th, America had the exact level of protection, both militarily and intelligence, that it was willing to pay for." Only yesterday, the Congress and the Senate approved 40 BILLION dollars as a "down payment" to fight this war. A short time ago, our politicians said a 100 million dollar increase for the Navy budget was substantial. In that same bill, they ordered the Navy to conduct an 85 million dollar study on ... missile defense? (No) desperately needed parts for our fighter aircraft? (wrong again) training for Navy SEALs? (Nah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted breast cancer research. Yes, America, your elected officials decided that the U.S. Navy needed more mammograms and less missiles. Was this an under-the-table sneaky move? No, it was right out in the open. The Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of the Navy both opposed it. A New York Senatorial candidate (yes, she's the one) was enraged that the military would be so sexist and irresponsible to the needs of civilians and wanted the Navy to give the money back immediately! But the media paid it little mind. So America paid little attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone ever watch CSPAN? Particularly when the heads of our armed services essentially begged OUR representatives to give the military more money to fight terrorism and maintain a strong defense? Did you see the debates by the heads of the intelligence services that terrorism was the new threat? They told the committees of Congress that the CIA, the FBI, and the military did not have the money to build the necessary intelligence networks in the areas where terrorists were being harbored. They warned again and again that there was clear and present danger within America's borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America must have been watching one of the other 114 satellite channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military said"We need more money to maintain military readiness and combat training." America answered"What the military needs is sensitivity training! You're all sexist homophobes! I saw it on 60 Minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;The military said"We need money to build ships, planes, and tanks and to improve our technology. America still has credible threats throughout the world. Terrorism will come to America's doorstep." America answered "You're all part of a vast right-wing conspiracy. There is no more Soviet threat! My Senator told me so! He/she says we do not need such a big military! You're dinosaurs trying to hold onto the Cold War! We need social programs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military said"We need to recruit more Americans into the military. We need to increase our force." America answered"You're not taking my kids! We're going to shut down the ROTC programs at our high schools and universities because you discriminate against alternative lifestyles! ROTC teaches children (under 21) how to shoot guns! You just want another Columbine! Rosie and Oprah say so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military said"We can't keep interfering in the civil wars of small, insignificant countries. It wastes our time, expends our resources, decreases training, and demoralizes our troops. The men and women of the United States are warriors trying to defend OUR nation; we are not the Third World's police force." America answered"You heartless bastards! Can't you see the tear in the eye of that starving child?! There are flies on her face, for Christ's sake! Get moving! Jesse Jackson on CNN said that is what we pay you for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military asked"Why isn't America enraged over the terrorist attack on the USS Cole that killed 17 AMERICAN sailors? How about the Air Force barracks bombed in Saudi Arabia? the embassy staffs in Africa? the soldiers mutilated and dragged through the streets in Somalia?" America answered "We don't have time right now! We're busy defending animal rights! Our schools are handing out automatic weapons! The federal government is discriminating against cross-dressing Bolivian hermaphrodites! The police are all  members of the Ku Klux Klan! The lack of ozone is ruining my tan! If they cut deeper into food stamps, those poor women will have to move down to Size 18/20 Chanel dresses! AND THE WORST! Corporations are raising the prices of their products sooo high that I might not be able to afford the multi-disc DVD player for my 36" digital-ready TV! Besides, YOU GUYS ARE PAID TO DIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - while you sit on your couch or around your office coffee pots and ask, "Why did those terrorists kill innocent civilians? Why didn't they go after the military?" - remember this, America: They already had gone after the military - but America didn't care. These terrorists realized that theyneeded to kill American civilians - and lots of them - before they could have their desired reaction from the people of this country. Well, now they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semper Fidelis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written by a U.S. Marine Corps pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6379888?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6379888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6379888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6379888' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6363740</id><published>2001-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T16:20:07.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight the girls and I are going up a canyon and building a fire.  Then we shall roast hot dogs and eat until we burst.  We'll probably talk about boys and things, too.  When we get home, we will exude the aroma of campfire.  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6363740?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6363740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6363740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6363740' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6319692</id><published>2001-10-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-13T19:00:25.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My daughter, Katie, lost her job at Hogi Yogi last week.  She wasn't aware that she was scheduled to work on a day other than her usual day.  So she was fired for not showing up.  My trick knee says that she zoned out when she was being told about the schedule change.  But it's good to have these learning experiences while you're young so that you eventually will turn into a productive member of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she hit the pavement turning in applications to all those teenage work places that are within walking distance.  And the effort paid off.  She is working right now as a bus person in a Mexican restaurant.  She was glowing when she went off to work.  And she told me that she will check the schedule every day before she leaves there to make sure she knows when she works next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day.  Now we need to work on her grades.  It just never ends.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6319692?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6319692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6319692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6319692' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6134035</id><published>2001-10-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-05T10:45:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A strangely satisfying &lt;a href="http://www.urban75.com/Mag/bubble.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6134035?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6134035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6134035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6134035' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6133213</id><published>2001-10-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-05T10:04:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go &lt;a href="http://bobandtom.com/gen3/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then click on the WTC hoax picture.  It made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this is where I found the awesome picture of Amy being a blonde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6133213?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6133213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6133213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6133213' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6087517</id><published>2001-10-03T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-03T12:36:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LBP:  My friend Laura.  She fixed my comments thingy when I messed it all up.  So now you guys can frost my cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuff you, LaLa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6087517?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6087517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6087517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6087517' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108445.post-6059014</id><published>2001-10-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-05T10:07:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swiped from &lt;a href="http://www.cattybitches.com"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks, alcoholic or regular - ice water (lotsa ice!), Pepsi, milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes - loose fitting dresses, cotton pants w/nice tee-shirts, birkenstocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of year - I love the times of the year as the seasons are changing.  Leaving winter and going to spring...leaving spring for a sultry, hot summer day...leaving the heat of summer for the crisp days of autumn...the first snowfall of winter and the taste of hot chocolate by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors - yellow, pink, green&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Music - Garth Brooks, Reba McEntyre, Classical&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Food - apples, sausage, anything from Laura’s kitchen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Places you shop, for fun, not food, etc - the funnest times I’ve had shopping lately have been the neat finds I have found in the clearance bins at my Fred Meyer!  Then ebay and Claire's&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - besides hanging out online, I entertain myself by reading and watching television while crocheting my latest project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual acts/positions - what’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows - ER, West Wing, Law and Order&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Computer programs you want/have - the Sims is on my list of things to get when I retire!  I really can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places on the web you visit - Moms Life, several blogs, ask Jeeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jellybelly flavors - popcorn is my most favorite because it is so different for a jellybean flavor!  Cinnamon.  Pina Colada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108445-6059014?l=pithyplace.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6059014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108445/posts/default/6059014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pithyplace.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6059014' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966140007035778396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10375825552199687853'/></author></entry></feed>