<?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-187056339178847992</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:04:53.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog my memory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-4245671266709060583</id><published>2010-01-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:41:17.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3pm and i'll patch again!</title><content type='html'>no time like the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few packs and many hacks, i am back on track.  (grooooan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope, pray, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's reason to quit smoking: TO SAVE MONEY NOW AND ON FUTURE HEALTH BILLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-4245671266709060583?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/4245671266709060583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=4245671266709060583' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/4245671266709060583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/4245671266709060583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2010/01/3pm-and-i.html' title='3pm and i&apos;ll patch again!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-710487640599187547</id><published>2010-01-21T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:00:54.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.....so.....hmmm.</title><content type='html'>i had 3 cigarettes (bummed) at the haunt on sunday night. not sure why, just wanted them and i had them. grrr. then i bought a pack. i have since bought another pack. what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate to say it, but i think that my man's coming off of his sobriety pact with himself made it easier for me to slide. i was really feeding off of his energy about that and when he lost it, so did i. not blaming anyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling now like i am not ready again- WHY? why do i like it so much?  do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going day by day and sooner or later i'll be better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays reason to quit smoking: IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-710487640599187547?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/710487640599187547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=710487640599187547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/710487640599187547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/710487640599187547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2010/01/oksohmmm.html' title='ok.....so.....hmmm.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-5805267646067541257</id><published>2010-01-17T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:27:19.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f'in great!</title><content type='html'>feeling so great!  the kids are great!  my man is great!  my best friend meg is great!  my other friends and family are great!  so proud of myself over this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am off it.  i can do this.  i love making me choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's reason to quit smoking: BECAUSE IT IS LAME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-5805267646067541257?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/5805267646067541257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=5805267646067541257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/5805267646067541257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dearly. not a pretty sight- not that they ever were, mind you, but...damn. i have to start a knitting project soon, that will undoubtedly help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's reason to quit smoking: SO THAT MY KIDS DO NOT SEE ME SMOKING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-7864618487859150975?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/7864618487859150975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=7864618487859150975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/7864618487859150975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/7864618487859150975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2010/01/stay-on-target.html' title='stay on target...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-1202354948757188425</id><published>2010-01-11T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:40:59.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still going strong</title><content type='html'>day 3 has dawned.  no post yesterday due to lots of distractions from my smoke-free boyfriend.  hooray for him and hooray for me.  facebook friends have also been insanely helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not missing it as much as i thought i would.  and not eating up a storm.  so far so good.  a touch of the smoker's cough clearing my lungs out.  my newly acquired asthma inhaler helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, a pack of smokes in NY generally goes for $8.  i'm going to track my savings to keep me inspired.  so, today marks $16 saved.  go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's reason to quit smoking: FOR MY HEALTH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-1202354948757188425?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/1202354948757188425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=1202354948757188425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saturday, january 9, 2010, i had my last cigarette.  i decided to re-start blogging to try to make it through this.  constantly remind myself to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lucky that i have found love.  it will surely help carry me along.  that, and the patch on my left hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's reason to quit smoking:  BECAUSE I WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-2651196936965901702?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/2651196936965901702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=2651196936965901702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/2651196936965901702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/2651196936965901702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2010/01/upon-occasion-of-smoking-cessation.html' title='upon the occasion of smoking cessation'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-320361574634086636</id><published>2009-02-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:10:09.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a break</title><content type='html'>lonely in upstate&lt;br /&gt;guess it's just my fate&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't want to wait&lt;br /&gt;or hate...any longer&lt;br /&gt;i need a beer&lt;br /&gt;the coyotes are near&lt;br /&gt;the future ain't clear&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here...maybe stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry in upstate&lt;br /&gt;no food on my plate&lt;br /&gt;but i can't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;or berate...chin up now&lt;br /&gt;keep the kids happy&lt;br /&gt;steal some time for me&lt;br /&gt;sing me a story&lt;br /&gt;of glory...right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the copse of birch trees&lt;br /&gt;and the crabapple tree&lt;br /&gt;i know i can be&lt;br /&gt;a much better me&lt;br /&gt;between the city lights&lt;br /&gt;and the cold cold nights&lt;br /&gt;i know i can be&lt;br /&gt;a much better me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-320361574634086636?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-6472427593059341821</id><published>2009-02-01T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:16:57.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the proof is in the puddin', and by puddin', i mean poetry!</title><content type='html'>"i.d." (written circa 1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've pressed myself&lt;br /&gt;supressed myself&lt;br /&gt;depressed myself  damn!&lt;br /&gt;i'm many things to many people...&lt;br /&gt;i want to be one thing to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had too much to think&lt;br /&gt;too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;too much to think about!&lt;br /&gt;what you really think i am&lt;br /&gt;is what i wish i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;i'm many things to many people...&lt;br /&gt;i want to be one thing to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;can't get too deep&lt;br /&gt;don't get to keep my identity&lt;br /&gt;they pull it away from me...&lt;br /&gt;they pull it away from me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm many things to many people...&lt;br /&gt;i want to be one thing to myself&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untitled (written circa 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i got a message from outside&lt;br /&gt;it planted me in the ground&lt;br /&gt;when you see with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;there's just nothing around&lt;br /&gt;i took the signal to run faster&lt;br /&gt;to a place i'd been in dreams&lt;br /&gt;i took a drink of happiness&lt;br /&gt;which is more than it seems&lt;br /&gt;someone is pulling for me&lt;br /&gt;i can taste that smell in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;i fall backwards backwards forwards&lt;br /&gt;it cuts me down to size&lt;br /&gt;slinking in corners so no one knows&lt;br /&gt;the roots are planted, still i grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i saw a man about some love&lt;br /&gt;he told me to stop it and play in the rain&lt;br /&gt;it's so much better to be insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts all gnarled like a tree trunk&lt;br /&gt;they grab me, suspend me&lt;br /&gt;i see everything from above&lt;br /&gt;all its weight and density&lt;br /&gt;did i think you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;this stuck feeling? no, never&lt;br /&gt;this unbelonging tie that's there&lt;br /&gt;and may be there forever&lt;br /&gt;when i cry to the earth to free me&lt;br /&gt;yet you pull me and i stay&lt;br /&gt;something tells me someone doesn't&lt;br /&gt;feel like taking me today&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if tomorrow he'll change his mind&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it is i'm going to find&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untitled (written circa 2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sometimes i sit and think and think&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck do i think about?&lt;br /&gt;i think about you and i think about me&lt;br /&gt;and why did we choose to live this way-&lt;br /&gt;did we really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;and if we really had a choice&lt;br /&gt;what would we choose?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit and cry and cry&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i always know what i'm cryin' about&lt;br /&gt;either i'm sick of this or sick of that&lt;br /&gt;and why did i choose to live this way?&lt;br /&gt;did i really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;and if i really had a choice&lt;br /&gt;what would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;what would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;every step i make sends me deeper&lt;br /&gt;every road i take sends me away&lt;br /&gt;every step i make sends me steeper&lt;br /&gt;every road i take sends me away&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit and yell and scream&lt;br /&gt;i used to know what i scream about&lt;br /&gt;it all just scares me a little too much&lt;br /&gt;and why did i choose to live this way-&lt;br /&gt;did i really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;and if i really had a choice&lt;br /&gt;what would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;what would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;what could i choose?&lt;br /&gt;when there's everything to lose?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-6472427593059341821?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/6472427593059341821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-3153179267126055068</id><published>2009-01-09T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:36:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more honest living through lyrics</title><content type='html'>I've been lost inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;Echoes fall off me.&lt;br /&gt;I took the prize last night for complicatedness&lt;br /&gt;For saying things I didn't mean and don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me, believe in nothing&lt;br /&gt;Corner me and make me something&lt;br /&gt;I've become the hollow man,&lt;br /&gt;Have I become the hollow man I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm I see...This echoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have placed your trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;I went upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;I emptied out the room in thirty seconds flat,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you held your ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me, believe in nothing&lt;br /&gt;Corner me and make me something&lt;br /&gt;I've become the hollow man,&lt;br /&gt;Have I become the hollow man I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed, I'm on repeat,&lt;br /&gt;I'm emptied out, I'm incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;You trusted me, I want to show you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the hollow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me, believe in nothing&lt;br /&gt;Corner me and make me something&lt;br /&gt;I've become the hollow man,&lt;br /&gt;Have I become the hollow man I see?&lt;br /&gt;I see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Hollow Man, REM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-3153179267126055068?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/3153179267126055068/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-3125006416135063780</id><published>2009-01-08T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:38:00.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to my ex</title><content type='html'>you'll be spending it with her&lt;br /&gt;and that's fine&lt;br /&gt;you're no longer mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year is so short, yet so long&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew&lt;br /&gt;what to say or do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;have a happy birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-3125006416135063780?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-5745349744100636399</id><published>2008-12-26T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:27:56.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunken post</title><content type='html'>wow.  almost published a blank post (see title)&lt;br /&gt;i cannot express in words what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;my life is changing (for the better?)  it better!&lt;br /&gt;will anyone understand?  maybe not.  but maybe the people that DO understand are the only people that i need/want in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;selfish?&lt;br /&gt;about time?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;glad i don't have any MORE alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;i am so full and empty at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a less complicated life- a more livable one.  a more socially acceptable one.&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute- who CARES what people think?  do i care?  wait....do i?  i don't know?!!??!?  i used to care, and that's what got me INTO this mess!  shouldn't i not care?  but....god i'm confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-5745349744100636399?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/5745349744100636399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=5745349744100636399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/5745349744100636399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/5745349744100636399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunken-post.html' title='drunken post'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-7711740625114556118</id><published>2008-12-11T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:11:23.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>substantiating evidence</title><content type='html'>here is the first official song that i ever wrote with my guitar in the backyard of my house.  i was 10- just before my 11th birthday.  at the time i wrote it, i remember saying that it was about a ghost.  i used to lie a lot when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Sees Me (written May 6, 1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind at my back, the grass at my feet&lt;br /&gt;the twittering of birds, the cars on the street&lt;br /&gt;the children having fun, playing with everyone&lt;br /&gt;and they never see me&lt;br /&gt;the flowers sing songs, the trees laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;the bushes dance along, the bees keep me company&lt;br /&gt;the dogs yelp and bark at the bothersome lark&lt;br /&gt;and they never see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun shines bright, the little buds sway&lt;br /&gt;the sun gives off sunlight, but it never shines my way&lt;br /&gt;now the wind pushes me to go away&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is, no one sees me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaves toss and turn, as the soil lays still&lt;br /&gt;the pretty flowers bloom on the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;they laugh at my puns, but i never have fun&lt;br /&gt;because i know they can't see me&lt;br /&gt;now i am lonely, clouds cover the sky&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a phony, i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably not living, i must have died&lt;br /&gt;but why are they thinking i'm really alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-7711740625114556118?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/7711740625114556118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=7711740625114556118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/7711740625114556118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/7711740625114556118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2008/12/substantiating-evidence.html' title='substantiating evidence'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-8610377415672200175</id><published>2008-11-25T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:11:12.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more songspiration</title><content type='html'>No more carefree laughter&lt;br /&gt;Silence ever after&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you &lt;br /&gt;We just have to face it, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;It's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, good days, bad days&lt;br /&gt;They'll be with me always&lt;br /&gt;In these old familiar rooms children would play&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only emptiness, nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you &lt;br /&gt;We just have to face it, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;It's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Knowing Me, Knowing You, ABBA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-8610377415672200175?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/8610377415672200175/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-5259647707991812423</id><published>2008-11-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:11:35.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my favortie songs comes true...</title><content type='html'>today, 14 years ago, my future ex-husband and i decided to "go steady".  and now, 14 years later, the final draft of the separation papers are on the table, and i turn up Track 7 on "The Mollusk":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby what have I done&lt;br /&gt;Gone and left you, all alone&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to sing this song&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for so long&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what my soul's got to say&lt;br /&gt;And it won't hurt as bad, someday&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright, love&lt;br /&gt;And if the mist ever lets the sun through&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hope I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm ruled by my heart&lt;br /&gt;Built a life and I tore it all apart&lt;br /&gt;It's just not our time&lt;br /&gt;But you'll find a new love,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;So many dark and lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;But I believe someday I'll see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright, love&lt;br /&gt;And if the mist ever lets the sun through&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hope I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: It's Gonna be (Alright), Ween&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-5259647707991812423?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/5259647707991812423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-4851960468584263549</id><published>2008-11-17T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:15:29.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet peeve</title><content type='html'>when you call your local utility company, and get robo-chick&lt;br /&gt;para continuar en espanol marca el dos- or whatever 6 years of spanish and i'm SO BAD&lt;br /&gt;and she drones: please enter your account number, followed by the pound sign&lt;br /&gt;and then...please wait...and ring ring ring and (if you're lucky)&lt;br /&gt;a real person who sounds like they're hella bored and eating chips and you can hear kids roughhousing in the background does their best ben stein impression and says:&lt;br /&gt;may i have your account number please?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hasn't technology advanced to the point that my keypad punch automatically informed the "customer service representative" of my account number?&lt;br /&gt;but my account number just routes the call to the appropriate work-from-home rep in my geographic vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;that next person has to start all over again and get my account number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and god forbid you get transferred- you gotta give it again!&lt;br /&gt;today, i called, keypad punched, gave my #, got transferred, gave my #, then the system was down and i had to call back, and i called back, keypad punched, gave my #, got transferred, gave my #, and then- oh yes- GOT TRANSFERRED, GAVE MY #&lt;br /&gt;i am not over-exaggerating for dramatic blog fodder.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;true customer service demands a more streamlined information flow.  someone's got to get on this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-4851960468584263549?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-3252566376949276622</id><published>2008-11-04T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:51:36.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this town!</title><content type='html'>went to vote between 8 and 8:30am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i parked right by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside, i was the only one in line for my last name and my location (west side of the road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked directly into a voting booth and voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was away from home all of 15 minutes!  i love this town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-3252566376949276622?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-8580675103892993849</id><published>2008-11-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:12:39.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>real life ain't perfect</title><content type='html'>real life ain't perfect&lt;br /&gt;it hardly is what we want it to be&lt;br /&gt;but if i take responsibility&lt;br /&gt;and take care of me&lt;br /&gt;the rest will take care of itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot love unless i love&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the mirror i'll never speak of&lt;br /&gt;it's a solitary solution&lt;br /&gt;to avoid hurt and confusion&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not confused all about me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be happy without me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how much you've ever been within me&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew the stuff of love&lt;br /&gt;but i guess those are things that i never think of&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking that i need to be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-8580675103892993849?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/8580675103892993849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=8580675103892993849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/8580675103892993849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/8580675103892993849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-life-aint-perfect.html' title='real life ain&apos;t perfect'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-6774605031431030619</id><published>2008-10-31T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:16:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leaf (written November 5, 1990, but true today)</title><content type='html'>I wear a guise of green&lt;br /&gt;which,&lt;br /&gt;come autumn,&lt;br /&gt;turns vibrant red or gold.&lt;br /&gt;I might look beautiful to your eye,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;Your branch holds me,&lt;br /&gt;and though during the summertime&lt;br /&gt;I accepted your grip&lt;br /&gt;on my life,&lt;br /&gt;even welcomed it:&lt;br /&gt;seasons change.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;I long to fly in it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Let me die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-6774605031431030619?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/6774605031431030619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=6774605031431030619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/6774605031431030619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/6774605031431030619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaf-written-november-5-1990-but-true.html' title='A Leaf (written November 5, 1990, but true today)'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-2121807371211874807</id><published>2008-10-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:49:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality?</title><content type='html'>don't feel love, don't feel hate&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little too little a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't save face or compensate&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little too little a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd break my vow&lt;br /&gt;we'll try to work through it somehow&lt;br /&gt;but maybe we are different now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel bad, don't feel great&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little too little a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to nibble on your bait&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little too little a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd break my vow&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try to get by&lt;br /&gt;for the kids, you, and i&lt;br /&gt;try to build it again&lt;br /&gt;and stand by my man&lt;br /&gt;if i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's time to play it straight&lt;br /&gt;or say it's much too little, and much too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-2121807371211874807?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-6659862981674377022</id><published>2008-10-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:03:13.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's do the time warp again</title><content type='html'>until this morning, i was under the impression that after this coming weekend, halloween was the next weekend.  i was totally forgetting about a weekend in between now and then.  wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when every day is pretty similar and weekends are just another day, it all just kind of forms this amorphous time blob that i seem to suspend in like fruit pieces in a jello mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note, maybe i should take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-6659862981674377022?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/feeds/6659862981674377022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187056339178847992&amp;postID=6659862981674377022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/6659862981674377022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187056339178847992/posts/default/6659862981674377022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-do-time-warp-again.html' title='let&apos;s do the time warp again'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-7110092063600638770</id><published>2008-10-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:32:51.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward to my winter of discontent</title><content type='html'>my little girl is confused by christmas decorations everywhere- it may as well be winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is sick and i don't see it bouncing back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little boy will be one in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when/if i will be one?  i suppose i will always be at least three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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discontent'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646723418342416872</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-187056339178847992.post-208759178231254054</id><published>2008-10-10T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:12:32.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the constant caretaker</title><content type='html'>i do not get sick days&lt;br /&gt;i am always at the beck and call of everyone in the household&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it tends to wear on the soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-208759178231254054?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187056339178847992.post-4380194515492022492</id><published>2008-09-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:28:51.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only users lose...</title><content type='html'>blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally deleted my blog today.  the whole of it.  i had no backup.  oh well.  into the ether!  guess i lost a poem or a funny kid story or two....  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am making a secondary blog about knitting and child-rearing.  this venture is what led to the accidental deletion of the "old" blog my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean slate.  too bad i feel like such a loser!  once more into the breach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187056339178847992-4380194515492022492?l=kimmy-blogmymemory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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