<?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-5996396904799731360</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:58.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumbling Towards...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-937026515789633912</id><published>2007-10-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:01:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The child</title><content type='html'>so today the child says to me, I'm worried that you know how daddy is in the army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he carries a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that someone one will try to shoot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mouth of a seven year old.  yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-937026515789633912?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/937026515789633912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=937026515789633912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/937026515789633912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/937026515789633912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/10/child.html' title='The child'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-3919591462208375721</id><published>2007-10-06T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:57:49.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angry email</title><content type='html'>I got a snarky email from M, and i most say that i was ..... annoyed.  It's hard being angry with your spouse when they're across the world.  he hasn't been able to talk to me very much this week-he's been busy which i can understand.  BUT it seems clear to me that obviously when i can answer your IM I do, if I don't answer I am probably not here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deployment sucks, i can't even be frustrated with him without feeling bad for being frustrated with him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-3919591462208375721?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/3919591462208375721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=3919591462208375721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3919591462208375721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3919591462208375721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/10/angry-email.html' title='angry email'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-3477132395627841028</id><published>2007-08-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:47:02.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>for some reason I thought the time time would fly by-you know there's still life to love.  gotta get the kid off to school, go to work...etc.  evryday is an eternity-i cannot imagine he's only been gone for three months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just never expected it to hurt so bad in random painful bursts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-3477132395627841028?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/3477132395627841028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=3477132395627841028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3477132395627841028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3477132395627841028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-2939386200573054687</id><published>2007-08-12T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:16:57.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the understatement of the FREAKING CENTURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extended deployments stressing GIs, families&lt;br /&gt;Problem especially acute as troops return to war zones for fourth, fifth time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20230892/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20230892/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-2939386200573054687?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/2939386200573054687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=2939386200573054687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/2939386200573054687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/2939386200573054687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-understatement-of-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-3283994329489153646</id><published>2007-08-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:29:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>At work yesterday, I got the flowers that Mike sent me.  Then I started crying in the office.  The flowers are fabulous, the card is beautiful and still makes me tear.  Our first anniversary is this weekend and so far I am handling it ok.  I do know that I would give a thousand beautiful flowers if I could spend it with M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-3283994329489153646?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/3283994329489153646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=3283994329489153646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3283994329489153646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/3283994329489153646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-1700112185407660405</id><published>2007-08-06T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:17:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Call Redux</title><content type='html'>Crisis averted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord, I love that man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-1700112185407660405?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/1700112185407660405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=1700112185407660405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1700112185407660405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1700112185407660405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/call-redux.html' title='THE Call Redux'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-6856846617469706056</id><published>2007-08-05T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:04:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Wives</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this show.  And I love reading the comments from the other women over on Standing By.  It's something I really look forward to, I feel that most people who are not involved in army things sometimes just don't get it.  These weekly sessions and just reading others' post is cathartic beyond belief - I swear when the show goes off I will miss my weekly dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does always make me miss M.  always. but in a productive way not in a pity party way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-6856846617469706056?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/6856846617469706056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=6856846617469706056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/6856846617469706056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/6856846617469706056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/army-wives.html' title='Army Wives'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-7874235447882624852</id><published>2007-08-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:48:05.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Call</title><content type='html'>yesterday, I got this phone call at my house. at 11:45PM. for my husband. from a woman. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked for him by name and wouldn't leave a message.  Her name is A, nothing more, nothing less and there's no message.  then she hangs up.   I will not pretend that I played it cool.  My heart stopped, I mean it--literally stopped.  then I started obsessing!  who is this PERSON and why is she calling my house?  I was losing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to regain rational thought-I trust M, I really do or else I couldn't, wouldn't be in this with him.   I told him about it and told him I would give him the number.  Am I more suspicious, more paranoid because he's not with me right now?  maybe but i am trying to be adult about it.  maybe it all comes down to me missing him like crazy, more than i could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; over it (i think...).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to obsess any more.  it was nothing I'm sure.  done with my psycho melodrama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i still want to know how the CRAP is calling my house at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt; midnight trying to talk to my husband.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-7874235447882624852?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/7874235447882624852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=7874235447882624852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/7874235447882624852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/7874235447882624852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/call.html' title='THE Call'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-5529523530282988610</id><published>2007-08-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:57:11.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John, I think you're grasping at straws here..</title><content type='html'>McCain raps Congress for bridge collapse&lt;br /&gt;Claims diverting money to pet projects hurts infrastructure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20123417/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20123417/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not keep taking a tregedy and try to meld it into freaking camp[aiogning ALWAYS.  That crap gets on my nerves-there are too many issues to discuss in this election.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-5529523530282988610?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/5529523530282988610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=5529523530282988610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/5529523530282988610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/5529523530282988610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/john-i-think-youre-grasping-at-straws.html' title='John, I think you&apos;re grasping at straws here..'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-1516137159008795294</id><published>2007-08-04T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:18:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like it</title><content type='html'>You know it's been two months since M technically left and really I was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, I'm started to flag a little bit.  the prospect of 10 more months is freaking RIDICULOUS.  I am trying to be positive, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; decided that I will focus on getting us into our house.  That's what I want next, I need a goal to focus on--besides waiting for the phone to ring....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-1516137159008795294?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/1516137159008795294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=1516137159008795294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1516137159008795294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1516137159008795294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-like-it.html' title='i don&apos;t like it'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-1934129202840737656</id><published>2007-08-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:53:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>She can't even spell hypocrisy right.  You want me to take that seriously!!!? Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-1934129202840737656?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/1934129202840737656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=1934129202840737656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1934129202840737656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/1934129202840737656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-7419874908736880202</id><published>2007-08-02T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:52:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY</title><content type='html'>I was reading another blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; this one:  &lt;a href="http://feministmilitaryspouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://feministmilitaryspouse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  I am so annoyed that I can't even handle it.  I realize it's juts a random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;person's&lt;/span&gt; blog but REALLY!  Aren't we past this kind of thing?  As feminists? as women? as people?  I certainly hope I am.  I, for one, embrace my feminism and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;military&lt;/span&gt; spouse PROUDLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-7419874908736880202?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/7419874908736880202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=7419874908736880202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/7419874908736880202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/7419874908736880202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy.html' title='CRAZY'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996396904799731360.post-2021272994358432994</id><published>2007-07-11T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:32:10.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So my intern, EP, hooked me on this whole thing.  This is my first post and my entrance into the blog world.  I hope to be able to communicate things, question everything and learn from this.  Who knows, as EP say: "these loans ain't going to pay themselves off" so maybe I can click my way to a fortune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996396904799731360-2021272994358432994?l=kimgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/feeds/2021272994358432994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996396904799731360&amp;postID=2021272994358432994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/2021272994358432994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996396904799731360/posts/default/2021272994358432994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimgb.blogspot.com/2007/07/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09193818790434220978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
