<?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-3458291</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:24:32.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my weblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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>582</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7944027735474780648</id><published>2012-01-28T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:24:32.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a rockin' haircut last week- my gal Alyson does fantastic work, even working with my hair! Slowly but surely I am beginning to make/take more "me" time than I have in, well, in too long. I'm still maintaining the responsibilities and loyalties that I have in my various walks of life but I'm not allowing myself to be overwhelmed by them as I- too often- had done in my past. Physically I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7944027735474780648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7944027735474780648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7944027735474780648' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4072826162047394011</id><published>2012-01-20T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:16:00.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a- routine- CT scan earlier this week; great results! Nothing new or worrisome showed up, and the existing tumors had all shrunk appreciably, again (last scan was early last fall.) The oncologists seem very pleased with the results, as well as my continued response to and ability to tolerate the chemo regimen. My med people tell me that I'm doing a lot to stay healthy and strong but to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4072826162047394011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4072826162047394011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#4072826162047394011' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4545118153434920033</id><published>2011-12-27T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:23:30.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking back I realize the last several years now I've composed a sort-of "year-end/year-ahead" entry. So here's another...First- I hope everyone had an enjoyable Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate this time of year- mine was very enjoyable! And I wish everyone all the best for the coming year :)What to say about this past year? A life-altering one, for sure. Back in May I was diagnosed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4545118153434920033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4545118153434920033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4545118153434920033' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UF6O6-fVCfQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3996313399596106289</id><published>2011-12-17T19:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:08:00.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice to see the city decked out for Christmas- looks pretty, all the lights, trees, decorations... Enjoying a bomber of Blue Hills Three Peak Holiday Stout while whiling away- shhhhh; it's in a glass, they'll think it's a Coke! It is getting nippy this evening... I hafta think about getting a new cell phone soon. I've never been a real gadget-geek; as long as something works reasonably well for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3996313399596106289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3996313399596106289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#3996313399596106289' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rcrxRpj9LKg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2587274295034637341</id><published>2011-12-08T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:41:14.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lil early but... I've probably said it before but one of my favorite Christmas discs is The Ventures' Christmas Joy. For me this is a great Christmas collection; never been much of a Mannheim Steamroller or Trans-Siberian Orchestra gal. Another great one is A Christmas Gift For You From Phil Spector... I usually don't get thinking too much about Christmas until maybe two weeks or so before, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2587274295034637341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2587274295034637341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2587274295034637341' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5616469779665089307</id><published>2011-11-24T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:57:00.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoping everyone had a relaxing and enjoyable Thanksgiving today- mine was good, spent the day at my mom's, had a nice dinner, nice day! :) Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday... And despite some of the things going on with me I still have much to be thankful for, most importantly family and friends.I must be doing something right- I recently re-took the RealAge survey. Despite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5616469779665089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5616469779665089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#5616469779665089307' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-ijkYkJfg0s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8071240622615459604</id><published>2011-11-14T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:07:10.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Six months ago tonight I found out that I had cancer. Six months ago tonight I underwent emergency surgery (and, as I later discovered, surgery from which there was a legit concern that I might not make it out of it) to remove a large cancerous growth, as well as a few other procedures. Up until two weeks prior to that I had no knowledge, no inkling, no idea that anything was remotely wrong with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8071240622615459604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8071240622615459604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#8071240622615459604' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J0r-wxtuaYA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1879126922097274218</id><published>2011-10-30T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:36:27.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That four-letter "s" word appeared today... snow- yuck! A good friend of mine in Connecticut lost power, and I guess there were outages throughout the region. I don't like snow and cold, never did, even as a kid. Summer is nice, and fall is wonderful, but wintry weather? Fuggedaboutit! (Al Gore is welcome to come brush the global warming off of my car...)I've mentioned this before but in light of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1879126922097274218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1879126922097274218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#1879126922097274218' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5563480492485314226</id><published>2011-10-19T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:02:17.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sheer boredom on a rainy working Wednesday evening...My fav songs by several artists (too many to choose from for CCR!)Allman Bros. Band- Soulshine The Association- Never My LoveThe Bangles- If She Knew What She Wants The Beach Boys- God Only KnowsPat Benatar- Hit Me With Your Best Shot Blondie- DenisJimmy Buffett- Come Monday The Cars- All Mixed Up Neko Case- Middle Cyclone Johnny Cash- Flesh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5563480492485314226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5563480492485314226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5563480492485314226' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2328182326406010962</id><published>2011-10-14T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:12:00.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bit of a rant this evening...This was brought on by a conversation with a good friend today but it could just as easily apply to a handful of other folks I know; curiously, they are all T's. I never have this problem with any men/admirers I know, nor with people from any of my other walks of life.Invariably when I talk, chat, etc... with people, I try to be upbeat, positive, I try to build them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2328182326406010962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2328182326406010962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2328182326406010962' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2657090894439778823</id><published>2011-10-11T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:10:00.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a nice time visiting my brother and his family up in Maine this past weekend; beautiful, unseasonably mild weather, too! Not too bad today, either...I had my absolute worst weekend picking against the $pread in over three years, pro and- especially- college games :( It was ugly... At least the Pats had a nice win over the New Jersey Jets (I didn't play it, dammit!)What I'm Reading Now: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2657090894439778823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2657090894439778823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2657090894439778823' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5144613125584091835</id><published>2011-10-02T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:39:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crossfire doesn't burn youIt only hurts when it gets you in the heartIf you don't hate me you'll learn toI thought I had it clear from the startI don't have a heart-Crossfire, Kasey ChambersOctober- the nicest month of the year in New England!A satisfying win by the Patriots this afternoon, and nice to see Big Vince Wilfork with another pick! And a winning weekend picking ATS- college winners </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5144613125584091835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5144613125584091835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5144613125584091835' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2498741442336517905</id><published>2011-09-18T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:39:36.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoying a Cadillac Mountain Stout while basking in the glow of a hard-fought Patriots win this afternoon...I made some absolutely dee-lish meatballs the other night! I used ground beef, pork, and veal, unseasoned bread crumbs, one egg, small diced onion, pressed garlic, salt and pepper to season along with some oregano, basil, fennel powder, and fresh-ground pecorino romano. Drizzled 'em with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2498741442336517905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2498741442336517905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#2498741442336517905' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2332644801929345295</id><published>2011-09-05T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:33:00.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The unofficial end of summer, enjoying a Tuckerman Pale Ale...A nice, relaxing weekend here! The weather overall was pretty nice, I pretty much just kicked back and took it easy; went to a cookout Friday night, went out for a lil while just strolling around taking in the neighborhood and all Saturday and Sunday evenings... Sliced up some deelish local tomatoes with mozzarella and basil drizzled</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2332644801929345295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2332644801929345295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#2332644801929345295' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-180177794009940002</id><published>2011-08-23T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:20:15.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goofin' off on a working Tuesday evening...Did the earth move for you?? I didn't feel any shaking from that earthquake earlier today, tho' they said it was felt this far north... I've been getting in some seriously good runs the last few days, both in terms of increasing my distance as well as lowering my min/mile- some very good workouts at the gym as well, lifting as well as cardio; yeah, I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/180177794009940002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/180177794009940002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#180177794009940002' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1837065661724811848</id><published>2011-08-12T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:00:48.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to make this a constant medical update, but for those who have asked: I'm feeling good, very good! My first round of chemo went alright, I seemed to have tolerated it pretty well; the most noticeable side effect being an increased sensitivity to cold (which I was told to expect- made enjoying a cold beer unpleasant) which seems to have subsided with time but apparently will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1837065661724811848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1837065661724811848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#1837065661724811848' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Eq3YLhtuzTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3958117255432800080</id><published>2011-07-28T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:49:28.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting in as much sun as I can before next Wednesday...I've been feeling pretty good- very good, actually! I've resumed a near-normal schedule again (tho' I'm still trying to figure in some stop and smell the roses-type action) as well as slowly-but-surely increasing my running mileage, lowering my time, and also regaining strength and stamina at the gym vis a vis resistance training and cardio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3958117255432800080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3958117255432800080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3958117255432800080' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7307904705589550828</id><published>2011-07-24T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:54:43.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoying a Smuttynose Summer Weizen on what has turned out to be a very pleasant Sunday evening (My favorite non-adult beverage of the moment is Arizona Diet Green Tea with Ginseng &amp; Honey- thirst-quenching and delicious!) We had some of the hottest weather of the year the end of last week- Friday it got up over 100 degrees. I ran and hit the gym in it- screw cancer. I still need to step up my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7307904705589550828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7307904705589550828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#7307904705589550828' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1762261367007488160</id><published>2011-07-10T18:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:21:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, enough serious stuff for awhile but I do wanna thank folks for their interest and kind offers of encouragement and support regarding some of my recent issues; I'm not used to needing such support and admittedly I'm a lil awkward receiving it. But thanks :)Got a lil too much sun today. Between all that's been going on in my life of late this was one of the first times I'd had time to lay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1762261367007488160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1762261367007488160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1762261367007488160' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2691207015009708814</id><published>2011-07-06T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:37:02.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't often share many of my more personal problems or difficulties here; by nature I'm generally optimistic and upbeat. Also, I know I seldom like to read a litany of someone else's gloom-and-doom and (beyond a few friends) I have no reason to believe anyone is especially interested in reading mine. Having said that, these last two or so weeks have truly been epic, or tragic, or something, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2691207015009708814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2691207015009708814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2691207015009708814' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7072330791805267912</id><published>2011-06-10T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:59:07.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bit self-indulgent, but in light of my recent health issues, and also due to currently having a lot of- what?- empty time on my hands, I've been giving thought lately to what my life might have been like had I been born GG.I've been aware of my trans feelings ever since I was 5 or 6 years old. Fortunately I've never suffered any real guilt or turmoil over those feelings; then as now, I accepted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7072330791805267912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7072330791805267912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7072330791805267912' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z2GHlcwlT1Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7573330341847343488</id><published>2011-06-01T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:15:44.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently dealing with some sudden, totally unexpected- and unfortunately quite serious- personal health issues. As such I'm very behind catching up on/returning calls, emails, messages, etc... Please have patience with me, and hold a good thought for me if you wish. Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7573330341847343488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7573330341847343488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7573330341847343488' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8410217145386905269</id><published>2011-05-09T05:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:42:49.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm facing some pretty serious- and very unexpected- personal health issues in the coming weeks. Anyone who wishes to is welcome to offer their thoughts and prayers for me. Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8410217145386905269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8410217145386905269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#8410217145386905269' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4169901302509664729</id><published>2011-04-27T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:59:15.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, she's fashionably lean And she's fashionably late She'll never wreck a scene She'll never break a date...-Twentieth Century Fox, The Doors (is this a lil more upbeat?!)A few people had asked- I wasn't referring to myself in my previous post (Unhappy Girl.) I was thinking of a few people I know, and I suppose there is some truth to the suggestion that we sometimes lock ourselves in prisons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4169901302509664729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4169901302509664729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#4169901302509664729' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-807143456854955792</id><published>2011-04-25T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:23:22.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An under-appreciated gem from The Doors...Unhappy Girl, The DoorsUnhappy girlLeft all alonePlaying solitairePlaying warden to your soulYou are locked in a prisonOf your own deviceAnd you can't believeWhat it does to meTo see youCryingUnhappy girlTear your web awaySaw thru all your barsMelt your cell todayYou are caught in a prisonOf your own deviceUnhappy girlFly fast awayDon't miss your chanceTo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/807143456854955792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/807143456854955792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#807143456854955792' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8707426308308736559</id><published>2011-04-01T15:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:34:56.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five Things People May Not Know About Me... (or may not care to know!) I'm a sucker for 60's pop romance songs, the sappier the better; Dusty Springfield, Mamas and Papas, the Seekers (I'll Never Find Another You always brings me to tears...)I pray every night before bed.I'm a whiz in the kitchen, especially Italian dishes!I'm not as tough as people think I am- I'm just pretty good at hiding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8707426308308736559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8707426308308736559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#8707426308308736559' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-989819786242475742</id><published>2011-03-06T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:40:48.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in."- Michael Corleone, The Godfather: Part IIIA line I've quoted before, one that seems apropos for me from time to time. This has been one of those times. Toward the latter part of last year I felt the need, and made the effort, to re-connect a bit more with people from my "other" life, my past. I've recounted here previously; I think the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/989819786242475742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/989819786242475742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#989819786242475742' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2764354779945993418</id><published>2011-02-17T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:42:44.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking home in her wrapped up worldShe survived but she's feeling old'Cuz she found all things cold.- Strange Little Girl, The Stranglers(I like this vid better; here's the original.)And it has been cold this winter- tho' today was pretty nice. (I've felt- waaahhh- older as well.)Been a hectic last few weeks, feel as if I've been burning the candle on all ends lately. Once again I have a bit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2764354779945993418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2764354779945993418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2764354779945993418' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4998834893730184660</id><published>2011-01-29T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:44:20.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did." -H. Jackson Brown, Jr."Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do." -Mark TwainA lil introspective tonight while nipping away at the bottle of Black Bush stored in my desk... Increasingly I'm finding a lot of wisdom in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4998834893730184660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4998834893730184660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4998834893730184660' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Ga9Bs4fzSY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-9104191803072014485</id><published>2011-01-17T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:41:00.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still licking my wounds over that heartbreaking loss by the Patriots yesterday (took a bath AT$, too...)As any readers of this blog know, I'm a big football fan (games like yesterday's try my patience with the home team, but... ) I'm also a pro-military kinda gal; the men and women who serve deserve our attention, admiration, and respect. What I've been finding unsettling of late is an increasing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9104191803072014485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9104191803072014485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#9104191803072014485' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6311248193630525288</id><published>2010-12-27T19:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:34:39.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year-end thoughts while sipping on a Smuttynose Imperial Stout as the snow is still piled up... and soooooooooooo jealous of a good friend from Connecticut who is- hoping!- to get out of town tomorrow for some well-earned R&amp;R down in Florida- enjoy, Chris!First- I had a nice Christmas! A lil bit of downtime, spent Christmas Eve and Day down at my mom's, saw my sister and her husband as well... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6311248193630525288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6311248193630525288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6311248193630525288' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1035107286713115559</id><published>2010-12-03T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:48:00.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sipping on a Bushmills Black Bush (shhhhh!) with a few hours left on a nippy evening and a l-o-n-g day and looking at another one tomorrow... (surprise- Kellie does not live by beer alone! :)A lot of folks give me grief about me not taking many pics. And they have a point. I've just never been a picture-taker; I don't even have a camera, digital or film ('cept for the low-res one on my cell phone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1035107286713115559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1035107286713115559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#1035107286713115559' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8380153296308260929</id><published>2010-11-25T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:54:00.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoping everyone (in the US, anyway!) enjoyed their Thanksgiving! Mine was good, an enjoyable day and dinner down at my Mom's... Without getting sappy, and while my life is far from perfect (whose is?) I guess I do have quite a bit to be thankful for, if nothing else in comparison to- too- many folks I know. I have two friends who are dealing with spouses who have been recently diagnosed with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8380153296308260929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8380153296308260929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8380153296308260929' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6697551291217637507</id><published>2010-11-14T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:16:54.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good friends we've had, good friends we've lostAlong the way...Speaking of good friends I recently re-heard from a very good friend I hadn't heard from in a few years! He seems to be doing quite well up on Cape Ann, in a very good place physically (got himself a nice new pad recently!) as well as emotionally- great to hear from you again, John :) I have been blessed to have known- and to know- so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6697551291217637507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6697551291217637507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#6697551291217637507' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3442513710425987314</id><published>2010-11-06T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:46:49.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Lessons, Melody GardotSome lessons we learn the hard waySome lessons don't come easyThat's the price we have to paySome lessons we learn the hard wayThey don't come right off and right easyThat's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3442513710425987314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3442513710425987314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#3442513710425987314' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4938721644364127891</id><published>2010-10-27T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:28:51.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I received a bittersweet, but nice, note from an old friend the other day. Time has changed, things have changed, life has moved forward- sometimes the best we can ultimately hope for is to have been, to have made, some positive or beneficial impact, be it large or small, in the lives of those we cared or care about. Mine has been better as a result as well :)So on a damp, gray Wednesday morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4938721644364127891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4938721644364127891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4938721644364127891' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3737438453794743278</id><published>2010-10-17T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:06:14.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya ever feel as if you've hurt or offended someone but you don't know what you might have done to have hurt or offended them?Anyway... Geary's Autumn Ale is the beer du jour this evening (occasionally there are good things in Maine...) Some really autumnal weather lately- fall in New England is pretty good :)What I'm Reading Now: Alone, Lisa GardnerJust catching up a lil bit... a status-quo past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3737438453794743278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3737438453794743278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3737438453794743278' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7743327967068540347</id><published>2010-10-03T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:48:40.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoying a Mayflower Autumn Wheat Ale on a- cool- Sunday evening....Recently I've had three different people all comment on a variation of the theme that I, to quote one of them, "put a wall up" around me. (They are all from this part of my life; I've known them all for awhile now.) At first I thought that was pretty silly- after all, this blog is fairly revealing, as was the website I used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7743327967068540347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7743327967068540347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7743327967068540347' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7486363857494229184</id><published>2010-09-19T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:32:39.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick rant: I've looked at my- few- online profiles, etc... I don't believe I've indicated in any of them that I'm looking for romantic, let alone sexual, encounters with other T's. Friends? You bet, and I've made many over the years, r/t as well as online :) But my romantic interests run toward admirers, toward men. OK? And while I do enjoy hearing from new people- T's, admirers, whomever- (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7486363857494229184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7486363857494229184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7486363857494229184' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1129885186802399227</id><published>2010-09-06T19:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:21:22.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I know what I'm supposed to want, but it just never feels right, or as important as anything in that office."- Peggy OlsonEnjoying an Ipswich Summer Ale on the- unofficial- last weekend of summer...Earl was more bark than bite- whew. A lil bit of rain and wind Friday night was all, followed by a very nice weekend!August was busier than I anticipated- thought I was going to have more downtime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1129885186802399227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1129885186802399227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1129885186802399227' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4756192718530290022</id><published>2010-08-27T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:34:08.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer Wine, The Corrs and BonoTake off your silver spursAnd help me pass the timeAnd I will give to youSummer wine...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4756192718530290022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4756192718530290022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4756192718530290022' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7221974181720180968</id><published>2010-08-10T19:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:53:54.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 10 longest songs on my player... (be kind! :)Free Bird (Live), Lynyrd Skynyrd 14:23Back Where It All Begins (live), Allman Bros. Band 12:32I Heard It Through The Grapevine, CCR 11:06Time Has Come Today, Chambers Bros. 11:03Street Hassle, Lou Reed 11:00Disco Inferno, The Trammps 10:51You're So Beautiful, Donna Summer 10:50Bat Out Of Hell, Meat Loaf 9:51Green Grass &amp; High Tides, Outlaws 9:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7221974181720180968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7221974181720180968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7221974181720180968' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1260063545876678334</id><published>2010-07-25T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:44:46.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lil sappy I know, but... Back when I had my Geocities website I had a page where I listed my most romantic songs- I thought I'd add/update that list... Feel free to share some of yours :)Stairway To Heaven, Led Zeppelin (kidding!)Always and Forever, HeatwaveYou're The Inspiration, ChicagoCome To Me Softly, Jimmy James &amp; The VagabondsCan't Find The Time To Tell You, OrpheusThe Woman In Me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1260063545876678334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1260063545876678334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1260063545876678334' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-450924961566167576</id><published>2010-07-16T15:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:52:45.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ToughYou think you've got the stuffYou're telling me and anyoneYou're hard enough...- Sometimes You Can't Make It on Your Own, U2An extremely busy last week+ or so. Now I can begin to ratchet things back down to their usual only semi-hectic level! Another very good 6+ mile run this am, and finally time to hit the gym again- I hadn't had time to get there in over a week (decent workout today, too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/450924961566167576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/450924961566167576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#450924961566167576' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-9168077828718111270</id><published>2010-07-09T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:31:17.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Will Comfort Me, Melody GardotMy soul is wearying My soul is wearying My soul is wearying I said my soul is wearying My soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery, yeah Oh Lord, who will comfort me? Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free, yeah Oh Lord, who will comfort me? My home is a wreakage a family ground Implied in poverty, yeah Oh Lord, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9168077828718111270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9168077828718111270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#9168077828718111270' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6447911967760217059</id><published>2010-06-27T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:16:05.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Callahan is the one constant in an ever-changing universe," from the film Sudden Impact.Oftentimes I feel as if I am, or at least am expected to be, that one constant in the lives of so many I know- family, long-time friends, etc... be the same person I was 15, 20, 25 years or more ago. Some of it is probably me- the changes in my life that most of those people are aware of are relatively small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6447911967760217059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6447911967760217059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6447911967760217059' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5935696244883502548</id><published>2010-06-18T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:21:34.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very busy last week + here- very busy. Besides all of my usual I've also had several med appointments to shuttle my mom to and from. I've been playing phone tag with a couple of friends, message tag with another good friend, and have beaucoup email to catch up on as well. (And those 9pm tip-offs haven't helped, either; games not getting over til close to/after 11:30.) Whew... And a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5935696244883502548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5935696244883502548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5935696244883502548' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3325064707351567000</id><published>2010-05-28T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:16:16.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tickin' down to the start of the l-o-n-g Memorial Day weekend...If you can watch/listen to this one and not feel good you're beyond help (they dance like every guy I know!)News you can use... or lose:Women more likely to snoop at partner's emails: 13 percent of wives check husbands' text messagesI have a few friends who may wanna take notice of this... ;)20 Compliments Women Want To Hear(I have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3325064707351567000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3325064707351567000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3325064707351567000' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8626762085609073153</id><published>2010-05-20T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:16:57.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goofin' off while working...There is no more underrated a coach in the NBA than Doc Rivers. None. The job he has done with a very good- but not great- Celtics team should not be under-estimated. Cleveland and Orlando were/are both, IMO, more talented teams this season, yet the Celtics have, as of this writing, had the best of both of them when it has counted. Coaching. In many respects Doc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8626762085609073153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8626762085609073153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8626762085609073153' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8939172963940659152</id><published>2010-05-10T15:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:59:53.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listenTo the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear?And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain aboutAre things they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?-To Beat The Devil, Kris Kristofferson(Hopefully this won't get me expelled from the Sisterhood...) On a couple of my online profiles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8939172963940659152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8939172963940659152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8939172963940659152' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8183352675687068373</id><published>2010-05-02T18:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:14:53.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learn to live on the good part. Forego those things that lay without it. - Carmela Soprano.Acceptance. Acceptance of ourselves. Of others. Of our realities. Taking what we can from the positives in our lives, embracing them while foregoing or, at least, making allowances for, those things that are beyond those positives, those good parts. For me this is a continual battle- not in the way you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8183352675687068373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8183352675687068373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8183352675687068373' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8999811652146563807</id><published>2010-04-11T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:34:00.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been burnedWhenever I've followed all the rulesSo I've learnedThat playing it fair is just for fools...I'll Try Anything, Dusty SpringfieldWho says I don't appreciate divas?! (Actually, only Dusty really does it for me... and sorry, but couldn't find any Rosemary Clooney ;)Beer of the Evening: Long Trail Double Bag Ale... Between the heavy rains and then the sunny- and very warm!- temps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8999811652146563807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8999811652146563807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8999811652146563807' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6038627386265359042</id><published>2010-04-08T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:33:52.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coexist? Apparently not with pedestrians...You've seen those bumper stickers, right? The ones that use an Islamic crescent, a Star of David, a peace symbol, a cross, a yin-yang thing, and a few other symbols to spell out the word "coexist." A nice, if slightly treacly, expression of that sentiment. So I'm crossing the street yesterday (a sunny, gorgeous 90 degree day, BTW!)- with the light- and a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6038627386265359042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6038627386265359042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6038627386265359042' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3055156098591685095</id><published>2010-04-04T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:09:06.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sippin' on a Mayflower Golden Ale after enjoying an early-evening stroll on a warm, sunny, almost summery day...Hoping everyone who celebrates had an enjoyable Easter! (Full disclosure: I didn't make Easter Mass today; I did take in the Stations of the Cross Friday.) Mine was nice, had Easter dinner @ my mom's- I cooked this year, made roasted rack of lamb (yum!) The Easter Bunny visited as well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3055156098591685095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3055156098591685095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3055156098591685095' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5617462732093318880</id><published>2010-03-29T15:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:58:44.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odds and- soggy!- sods... My best friend and his wife had their second child last week, an adorable lil girl; 'attaboy, Big Fella!... Another good friend has been nominated to a Hall of Fame in his avocation and will be inducted this fall- WTG, Chris!... It looks like we're on tap to have the rainiest March on record around here- hey, it beats snow but I'm ready to grow webbed feet!... Maybe not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5617462732093318880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5617462732093318880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5617462732093318880' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7823295187567355355</id><published>2010-03-21T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:00:13.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, March 18, 2010: My Final Four are: Kansas, Kansas State, Kentucky, and Duke, with KU beating Kentucky for the championship.Um, nevermind... Suffice to say, my brackets took a huge beating; a lotta upsets :(  More importantly- and fortunately- for me, I eeked out a- small- profit ATS, all the more fortunate as I suffered some serious loss of coin Thursday. Yeah, sometimes I ask myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7823295187567355355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7823295187567355355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7823295187567355355' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-115539006700445678</id><published>2010-03-18T06:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:11:39.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a very good friend whose mom is going thru some serious health issues. He's been someone who has always been supportive of me, someone I'm truly blessed and honored to call a friend. He, his mom, and their family have some difficult challenges and choices ahead. My thoughts and prayers go out to him and his family.An early day today (already got in a good run!)What I'm reading now: Drive: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/115539006700445678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/115539006700445678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#115539006700445678' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1885221729426113072</id><published>2010-03-10T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:08:55.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't know what's going onYou've been away for far too longYou can't come backAnd think you are still mine...Out Of Time, Rolling StonesSome great mid-60's Stones (I've always luved that song!)I hadn't realized I let this much time go without any entries... some folks even said they missed my brain droppings here- who knew?! (And thanks :) I've spent a lil more time on Facebook... I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1885221729426113072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1885221729426113072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1885221729426113072' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4330704500667291672</id><published>2009-12-30T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:44:14.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A year-end inventory of sorts...On balance this wasn't a bad year for me; would have been a pretty good year except the last month or so saw a few things waylay me... On the positive side, I was pretty healthy all year (one- nasty- lil cold back in November being the worst I suffered) No major 'plaints, no significant injuries (tweaked my ankle once or twice running.) For the most part (right now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4330704500667291672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4330704500667291672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4330704500667291672' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-36243596913269955</id><published>2009-12-03T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:24:24.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave you my heartAnd I tried to make you happyBut you gave me nuthin' in return.You know it ain't so hard to sayWould you please just go away...Sail On- CommodoresIt's interesting when I think about how things, about how people, have affected me over the last several years now. Back before, when my "other" side was firmly in control, I was a pretty cold, aloof, unaffected person. (No wisecracks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/36243596913269955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/36243596913269955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#36243596913269955' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-9066502647331490054</id><published>2009-11-29T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:17:20.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those who complain I don't sufficiently focus on trans topics...Mike Penner dies at 52; Los Angeles Times sportswriterPenner had been a columnist and covered the Olympics, the Angels, World Cup soccer, tennis and sports media for The Times. In 2007, he announced that he was a transsexual.Obviously, condolences to Penner's loved ones. One can place or lay blame and fault for this loss wherever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9066502647331490054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9066502647331490054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#9066502647331490054' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7318626431514866139</id><published>2009-11-26T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:06:46.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving leftovers...Had a nice Thanksgiving @ my mom's today- always a nice day spent with her! I did- much- of the cooking this year (she's been a lil under the weather of late- besides, I like to cook!) Just a nice, relaxing day... I hope everyone else enjoyed their holiday :)  The Packers did their share for my purse over the Lions (sorry, D!)  Still waiting on a couple of college hoops </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7318626431514866139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7318626431514866139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7318626431514866139' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8129651186894984211</id><published>2009-11-22T19:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:35:23.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's your oldest and your best friendIf you need him he'll be there again.He's always willing to be second bestA perfect lodger, a perfect guest...-Beautiful Loser, Bob SegerA worthy ethos.Sipping on a Cisco Brewing Captain Swain's Extra Stout this evening while basking in the glow of a Patriots W over the New Jersey Jets... First; I am seriously behind in catching up on calls, email, IMs, etc...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8129651186894984211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8129651186894984211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8129651186894984211' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5996279402747830562</id><published>2009-11-09T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:44:47.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been battling what has been a nasty cold (I hope) I've had for a few days now; my mom had had the flu and between doing for her I hope I didn't catch that. This has been a mostly lotta snuffling, sneezing, coughing, drippy nose kinda deal. Annoying, and certainly not attractive, but hopefully nothing more. What sucks is that I almost never get sick; this is the first anything I've had in I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5996279402747830562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5996279402747830562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5996279402747830562' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-861667383432565979</id><published>2009-11-04T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:53:00.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Lies, Fleetwood MacIf I could turn the pageIn time then I'd rearrange just a day or twoClose my, close my, close my eyesBut I couldn't find a waySo I'll settle for one day to believe in youTell me, tell me, tell me liesTell me liesTell me sweet little liesTell me lies, tell me, tell me liesOh, no, no you can't disguiseYou can't disguise, no you can't disguiseTell me liesTell me sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/861667383432565979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/861667383432565979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#861667383432565979' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3907794418998715160</id><published>2009-11-01T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:49:38.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoping everyone had a fun and enjoyable Halloween (I worked, ugh... or should I say boo?)Slowly catching up on calls, email, messages, etc... still have a ways to go. Just been a superbusy week for me, time has been at an absolute premium... I saw these when I was at CVS earlier today; Christmas is coming! (Yes, I'm a geek... but they're less risque than this!)Speaking of football, a decent week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3907794418998715160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3907794418998715160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3907794418998715160' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7636193228780429355</id><published>2009-10-30T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:06:00.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have several calls, emails, messages, etc... to catch up on- just been flat out most of this week. Besides all of the usual my mom has come down with a touch of the flu, so between everything else and travelling to and from to see/get what she may need there time has been at an extreme premium this week. Not complainin', just explainin'...Be patient with me- I'll catch up soon :)"Sometimes I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7636193228780429355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7636193228780429355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7636193228780429355' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-479382763046100043</id><published>2009-10-25T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:57:59.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday evening sipping on an Ipswich Oatmeal Stout and wondering how many times I'll hear Monster Mash this week...My newest good/bad snack: Ostrim sticks! I like the pepper ones best: 80 calories, 14g of protein, 2g of carbs. You can find 'em at your local GNC...I found this one: HOW TO SNOOP INTO A PERSONALITY kinda interesting. I'm not sure what my "stuff" says about me- hopefully something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/479382763046100043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/479382763046100043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#479382763046100043' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6591597192387928987</id><published>2009-10-20T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:48:04.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News you can lose...Coming soon to a theater near you: The Boondock Saints II- All Saints DayThe Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day is the much-anticipated sequel to the indie cult classic, The Boondock Saints. The film is the continuation of writer/director Troy Duffy’s tough, stylized cutting edge saga of the MacManus brothers (Norman Reedus, Sean Patrick Flanery). The two have been in deep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6591597192387928987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6591597192387928987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6591597192387928987' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-9135779822206567224</id><published>2009-10-18T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:52:17.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sippin' on a Sam Adams Cream Stout (or two!) on a raw, rainy/snowy Sunday evening... and it's been cold this past week! I don't mind it in the fall, it can be kinda nice, a nip in the air (tho' not the rain- yuck.) It's January... and February... and March... and on into April and it's still cold and raw here that sucks! If someone wants to invite me for a weekend getaway to Florida this winter, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9135779822206567224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/9135779822206567224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#9135779822206567224' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3655119983385827003</id><published>2009-10-11T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:48:01.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Middle Cyclone, Neko CaseBaby, why am I worried now,Did someone make a fool of me'Fore I could show 'em how it's done?Can't give up actin' tough,It's all that I'm made of.Can't scrape together quite enoughTo ride the bus to the outskirtsOf the fact that I need love.There were times that I tried,One for every glass of waterThat I spilled next to the bed,Wretching pennies in a boiling wellIn a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3655119983385827003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3655119983385827003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3655119983385827003' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6201793577743343306</id><published>2009-10-07T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:32:03.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't need a whore I don't need no boozeDon't need a virgin priestBut I need someone I can cry to I need someone to protect...Waiting On A Friend- Rolling StonesMost everyone wants some luvin', some romance, in their lives- it can be great! But it's even better when it can be something more, something deeper, when there's some shared, mutual affection, care, and respect- call it friendship!- in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6201793577743343306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6201793577743343306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6201793577743343306' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5343596723350594384</id><published>2009-10-05T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:13:48.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Leave some tools in your toolbox."- Don Draper.Good advice.A friend of mine out West has really been getting back into "the Scene" recently; several outings and events with local T-groups, as well as some forays elsewhere (including the famous/infamous Folsom Street Fair! Not my thing, but...) and a few- more than a few?- dates as well. Good for her! And good for anyone having the courage to do,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5343596723350594384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5343596723350594384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5343596723350594384' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6063014995357795193</id><published>2009-10-01T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:46:28.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StrangerShut out the light and lead meSomewhere - shut out the shadows, tooAnd while we lay there, makin' believe you love meStranger, could I believe in you- Stranger, Kris KristoffersonA nippy run this morning! Tweaked my ankle a bit too, ouch. Starting to miss a couple of those holes in the pavement now that it's pitch-dark @ 5:30am... (and what were you doing @ 5:30 this morning, hmmmm???) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6063014995357795193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6063014995357795193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6063014995357795193' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5200564240063727473</id><published>2009-09-28T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:06:13.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random thoughts on a working Monday evening while wondering if a certain someone found what he was looking for this afternoon...Very good run this morning! These next few months are, for me, the nicest running months- heck, simply the nicest months period!- of the year. There are few things nicer than autumn in New England... My mom is facing some minor surgery later this week. It shouldn't be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5200564240063727473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5200564240063727473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5200564240063727473' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-7778711862322111231</id><published>2009-09-24T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:02:02.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes in attitudes...If not latitudes... Changes. As anyone who has known me- or simply read this blog- for any time has discovered, I seldom have much in the way of free time. Further, I'm seldom good at "spontaneous." And while the latter may owe some to my relatively conventional/conservative nature, both owe most to the schedule I've had/kept for, well, for too long now, and the subsequent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7778711862322111231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/7778711862322111231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7778711862322111231' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5992877790979872087</id><published>2009-09-20T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:06:06.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I said I'd try to make my next posting a lil lighter... One thing that is still a lil unsettling- but a lil flattering too- is being what I read someone else refer to as "reverse-read" particularly depending upon who you're with! I was having lunch with my mom last week and the waitress comes over to our table and opens with "Hi ladies, how are you today?" Now, I'm en drab, and my mom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5992877790979872087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5992877790979872087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5992877790979872087' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6365522826119437541</id><published>2009-09-16T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:01:51.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sittin' On A Fence,  Rolling StonesSince I was young I've been very hard to pleaseAnd I don't know wrong from rightBut there is one thing I could never understandSome of the sick things that a girl does to a man, soI'm just sittin' on a fenceYou can say I got no senseTrying to make up my mindReally is too horrifyingSo I'm sittin' on a fence.All of my friends at school grew up and settled downAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6365522826119437541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6365522826119437541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6365522826119437541' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5656360011672857696</id><published>2009-09-13T19:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:49:46.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odds and sods......while sipping on a Sam Adams Octoberfest (yum!) unwinding after several days away (or at least it seems like that) for work and a utterly uninspiring trip back along the NY State Thruway and Mass Pike home (and no wisecracks from you, Ms. Kincaid)... I wanna thank my friend Jim for reminding me that having me go should be seen as expressing confidence in and valuing of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5656360011672857696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5656360011672857696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5656360011672857696' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1228724542328279799</id><published>2009-09-10T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:32:39.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Whom It May Concern...I mentioned previously that Yahoo will soon be eliminating it's free Geocities web hosting and hence my website. I'll likely add my pics to a Flickr account, and maintain a Yahoo profile, as well as a few others elsewhere. The one page I wish to keep (I originally wrote it several years ago, updated occasionally as warranted) more than any is the following:To Whom It May </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1228724542328279799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1228724542328279799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1228724542328279799' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8396446427720658227</id><published>2009-09-09T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:29:26.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, U2Tough, you think you've got the stuffYou're telling me and anyoneYou're hard enoughYou don't have to put up a fightYou don't have to always be rightLet me take some of the punchesFor you tonightListen to me nowI need to let you knowYou don't have to go it aloneAnd it's you when I look in the mirrorAnd it's you when I don't pick up the phoneSometimes you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8396446427720658227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8396446427720658227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8396446427720658227' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6256839937026343018</id><published>2009-09-07T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:41:00.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The good, the bad, the ugly...The good: just got in a lil while ago and decompressing from a l-o-n-g weekend visiting my brother and his family up in Maine- it was a pretty nice time, even if the travel to and from is long. The weather this weekend was gorgeous, sunny and dry and seasonable temps, even a couple of nippy mornings! The mountains and lakes and just the relative stillness and quiet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6256839937026343018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6256839937026343018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6256839937026343018' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2837835947774498185</id><published>2009-08-31T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:49:00.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September When It Comes, Roseanne Cash &amp; Johnny CashThere's a cross above the baby's bed,A Saviour in her dreams.But she was not delivered then,And the baby became me.There's a light inside the darkened room,A footstep on the stair.A door that I forever close,To leave those memories there.So when the shadows link them,Into an evening sun.Well first there's summer, then I'll let you in.September </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2837835947774498185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2837835947774498185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2837835947774498185' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-3911089016909181108</id><published>2009-08-30T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:18:00.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Sunday evening sipping on a satisfying Pretty Things Jack D'Or...Another "lost" weekend for me... no, not in that way, simply stuck @ the office Friday and Saturday evenings. Saturday day was a total wash-out weather-wise, with the remnants of tropical storm Danny; Saturday after work I met a college friend for a bite and a couple of drinks but made it an early night... heard from someone else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3911089016909181108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/3911089016909181108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3911089016909181108' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4259297489362055435</id><published>2009-08-22T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:09:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Woman In Me, Shania TwainI'm not always strongAnd sometimes I'm even wrongBut I win when I chooseAnd I can't stand to loseBut I can't always beThe rock that you seeWhen the nights get too longAnd I just can't go onThe woman in meNeeds you to beThe man in my armsTo hold tenderlyCause I'm a woman in loveAnd it's you I run toYeah the woman in meNeeds the man in youWhen the world wants too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4259297489362055435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4259297489362055435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4259297489362055435' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4106308412710447579</id><published>2009-08-16T07:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:19:57.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came across this yesterday, thought it was interesting:Seven Deadly Virtues?If someone asked you to name the traditional list of Seven Deadly Sins, you’d probably come up with pride, sloth, gluttony, greed, anger, lust and envy. But writer Ashley Cooper has another take on the subject:Truth, if it becomes a weapon against persons.Beauty, if it becomes vanity.Love, if it becomes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4106308412710447579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4106308412710447579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4106308412710447579' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6961932762748069204</id><published>2009-08-13T07:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:31:13.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odds and ends...First- my condolences to a good friend whose vacay plans (to Hawaii, yet!) were cancelled near the last moment; they were really looking forward to the trip :( Hopefully they'll be able to resurrect those plans in the not-too-distant future... Another friend of mine out California-way has been in the throes of a- take your pick!- lust/love adventure this summer; enjoy, "Tilda" ;) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6961932762748069204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6961932762748069204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6961932762748069204' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4046262541760952721</id><published>2009-08-10T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:38:00.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unexpectedly heard from someone this afternoon whom it was very nice to hear from again! Unfortunately they called while I was @ the gym- I didn't ck my messages 'til almost 3pm (after I got back and showered) and hadda leave to head back to the grind (where I am now) around 5... While, due to mutual distance and work schedules, I have no unreasonable expectations nor harbor any unrealistic or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4046262541760952721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4046262541760952721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4046262541760952721' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4531081366498342454</id><published>2009-07-28T08:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:56:11.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently I've hurt someone- or at the very least, bitterly disappointed someone- very much. And I can't blame them one bit for being hurt and/or disappointed. Did I want to, did I intend to, did I purposely mean to do so? No. Far from it. This was- is- someone I had grown to care for quite a bit and was really hoping to get to know even better, someone I have considerable affection for. But due</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4531081366498342454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4531081366498342454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4531081366498342454' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4729472477344631526</id><published>2009-07-22T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:28:00.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I have this one posted on my website but it has felt extremely apropos of late. I'll end up missing seeing someone who is up visiting this weekend whom I very much wanted to see and spend a lil time with (sorry, Joe!) because the above seems to be all I do anymore. I realize: no one wants to hear me- or anyone- bitch. And I realize: things could be worse, as they are for too many people. But I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4729472477344631526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4729472477344631526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4729472477344631526' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McyXOYFzQnA/SmOnqCO-zLI/AAAAAAAAACE/vqZ_hssyWLs/s72-c/6Chix.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2778797228280065907</id><published>2009-07-18T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:29:16.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trouble, Shawn ColvinBaby let me set you downYou look so troubled and I think I knowJust when you think you've come aroundThere you goNow I know the business of the heartAnd it'll get you anyway it canYou need someone to walk with in the dark, wellI'm your manI go to the trouble like a magnetThat's where I'll beTrouble is just a place to singIt's what you needI swear you look like you're in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2778797228280065907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2778797228280065907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2778797228280065907' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-4191378551578518925</id><published>2009-07-11T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:14:00.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bluesy tear-jerker by Rod Stewart and Jeff Beck here.Hits you where you live...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4191378551578518925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/4191378551578518925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4191378551578518925' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-960149831796640990</id><published>2009-07-08T01:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:51:01.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can tell I'm troubled when I'm blogging late at night or very early morning...I understand and appreciate the need for people to maintain some level of discretion in their lives, their activities, their interests, their relationships- at times I do the same. In and of itself, there is nothing wrong with a level of prudence, of discretion. Difficulty begins to arise when discretion gives way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/960149831796640990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/960149831796640990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#960149831796640990' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2240148372278777005</id><published>2009-07-07T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:03:00.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question: how much change is too much to take from the take-a-penny/leave-a-penny dish at stores? I had to stop into CVS this morning to pick up a couple of things and the total came out to $8.08. I had $8 exactly on me (I hadn't gone to the money machine yet.) Is 8 cents too much to take? It strikes me as the upper limit of how much to take without looking like a deadbeat! What say you?Did you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2240148372278777005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2240148372278777005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2240148372278777005' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-8176064272457241805</id><published>2009-07-03T05:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:56:11.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in...Lately I've had more-than-a-few of those kinds of moments (you can read between the lines) but I do consider myself fortunate to have people who- apparently- still care enuf for/about me to try and "pull me back in." I don't mean this in that they- or anyone- is trying to change me or make me behave in a certain manner, live in a certain way (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8176064272457241805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/8176064272457241805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8176064272457241805' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-5983977929025855525</id><published>2009-06-30T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:11:19.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random items...Got an hour and a half to kill and wanna watch a truly cheesy old B-movie? (You mite hafta hit refresh on your browser)The Naked KissWhat I'm reading now:The Gardner Heist: The True Story of the World's Largest Unsolved Art Theft, Ulrich BoserThe Next 100 Years: A Forecast for the 21st Century, George FriedmanA few recent pieces for the open-minded:New England's Gay Marriage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5983977929025855525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/5983977929025855525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5983977929025855525' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-1768863884307415404</id><published>2009-06-28T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:29:00.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Voice of a Generation has been stilled...  RIP Billy Mays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1768863884307415404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/1768863884307415404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1768863884307415404' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McyXOYFzQnA/Skfjw9f_gZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4zSDwQ8cCmU/s72-c/billymays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6137252893466366773</id><published>2009-06-22T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:49:42.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A soggy evening sipping on an Ipswich ale...A good friend of mine recently told me he and his wife have child #2 on the way, due near the end of the year- congratulations, you! ;)We've had some miserable weather. It has been mostly gray and damp and cool since last Thursday, and is supposed to remain unsettled for most of this week. Where is summer?! More and more weather seems to affect me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6137252893466366773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6137252893466366773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6137252893466366773' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-6579277454731599196</id><published>2009-06-18T19:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:14:57.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another busy week... beyond the usual, had to take my mom to the dentist earlier today, as she had an unexpected- and painful- tooth problem... Sometimes I feel as if I'm just treading water, racing 100 miles a minute, getting no place fast... have a bunch of email to catch up on, again. Ack. And a rainy evening out my office window, with what looks like several more days of damp, gray, drizzly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6579277454731599196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/6579277454731599196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6579277454731599196' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458291.post-2625650163782843064</id><published>2009-06-15T17:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:41:00.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My "good" knee has been bothering me my last few runs and workouts, a pain on the outside of my left knee- bummer. I've mentioned before, I had my right knee, aka my "bad" knee, scoped during my senior year of high school, and it has been virtually trouble-free. But I've had many problems with my left foot, leg, knee, etc... over the years. I broke my left foot my sophomore year of high school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2625650163782843064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458291/posts/default/2625650163782843064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellie021ma.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2625650163782843064' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414079422108528875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
