<?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-25667261</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:26:21.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittycatlane</title><subtitle type='html'>Queen of Comments,... any questions?
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0SwC1DYIXVI7oeR45NKn2PdSyBLxuHzTFuwMRUOtndzEcvhWpfoO4qJdmGM9vkGeLhF1EwbJrPkgEDdpQfp9KwxTWx3Um1o22Fm9eP80yu!8mpAPn5YHWAg/BlackCat.jpg?dc=4675600042966505001BlackCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-3878582882013477467</id><published>2011-12-15T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:57:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Just Gets Stranger: Snuggie Texts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://itjustgetsstranger.blogspot.com/2011/12/snuggie-texts.html?spref=fb"&gt;It Just Gets Stranger: Snuggie Texts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-3878582882013477467?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3878582882013477467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=3878582882013477467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3878582882013477467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3878582882013477467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-just-gets-stranger-snuggie-texts.html' title='It Just Gets Stranger: Snuggie Texts'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-4184881455214666941</id><published>2011-05-09T12:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:52:32.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TV7uGDd4ozE/Tcg3VoySOtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uMTCa8HUUys/s1600/Pictures%2Bfrom%2BMom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B10-26-10%2Bgauges%2Bbirthday%2Betc%2B207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GoLKB4AQxU/Tcg29qqIRFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eFOcnp4uKIQ/s400/Copy%2Bof%2BPictures%2Bfrom%2BMom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B10-26-10%2Bgauges%2Bbirthday%2Betc%2B082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790169313494098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWN8bAhFbkI/Tcg2arhX_9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LbHCfjtbKgo/s1600/STA73297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWN8bAhFbkI/Tcg2arhX_9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LbHCfjtbKgo/s400/STA73297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604789568249790418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgNFTX2hhGM/Tcg2NH6MxqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h6VqCmleQiQ/s1600/Lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgNFTX2hhGM/Tcg2NH6MxqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h6VqCmleQiQ/s400/Lola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604789335351936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjTpKNekHG0/Tcg1yFxFuQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kl6VFAAyNZ4/s1600/Xena%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjTpKNekHG0/Tcg1yFxFuQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kl6VFAAyNZ4/s400/Xena%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604788870920386818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bL2QC--TFtg/Tcg1oTCb8cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8InwYncvaX0/s1600/Mr%2BStriker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bL2QC--TFtg/Tcg1oTCb8cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8InwYncvaX0/s400/Mr%2BStriker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604788702684115394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my babies. They have grown so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-4184881455214666941?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4184881455214666941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=4184881455214666941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4184881455214666941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4184881455214666941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TV7uGDd4ozE/Tcg3VoySOtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uMTCa8HUUys/s72-c/Pictures%2Bfrom%2BMom%2527s%2Bcamera%2B10-26-10%2Bgauges%2Bbirthday%2Betc%2B207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-3735293272426550308</id><published>2010-12-21T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:02:36.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Chinese Backstreet boys- I want it that way  with lyrics</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSmiTlRbzUQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-3735293272426550308?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3735293272426550308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=3735293272426550308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3735293272426550308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3735293272426550308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-chinese-backstreet-boys-i-want-it.html' title='2 Chinese Backstreet boys- I want it that way  with lyrics'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-5243631125133646066</id><published>2010-08-26T11:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:52:26.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned (been reminded of) by a 3 yr old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="beTitle" id="subjcns!503F8804E657B9E0!7057"&gt;Things I've learned from a 3 yr old...&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div id="msgcns!503F8804E657B9E0!7057" class="bvMsg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;If he wants something, he will get it... no matter how high up it is or how well I've hidden it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really hidden from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquids are more fun when they are poured on the floor/rug/tile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's sharp or dangerous he'll want to play with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magnet on a TV screen makes pretty colors, and now people on that same TV screen are always blue or purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, EVER think you can wear him out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he knows he's not supposed to touch something, that makes it all the more desirable to touch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to watch a video on the computer and uses a mouse better than his Grandpa does. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs A LOT faster than I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is him hearing a swear word once, and it's in his vocabulary... Gee thanks Grandpa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys,  especially cars or trucks, that show any sign of defect/weakness, are  immediately dismantled. Ever seen a Marine dismantle his gun for  cleaning? You know the ones that can do it blindfolded? Well, they put  the gun back together again.... this lil guy has the dismantle down just  as fast! Now, if I could just teach him to put things back together  again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kittens WANT to be put in drawers, cages, boxes,  buckets, totes, backpacks, pillow cases, the dryer... etc. etc. (So he  says, the cats tell me different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog is really a horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  hate Sid the Science Kid, and yet, I will sit and watch it with him...  (Have you heard about the kid who wants to know everything about  everything? Well if it were up to me he and his parents would be  dismembered and buried in my yard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned he runs a lot faster than I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also taught me to say, I LOVE YOU, often, and how good it feels to have it come from that sweet lil face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking out loud....&lt;br /&gt;I  hope you all  have had a fantastic summer. My youngest started High  School today, and I'm not handling it well. Who said they could grow up  so fast?&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-5243631125133646066?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5243631125133646066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=5243631125133646066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5243631125133646066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5243631125133646066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-ive-learned-been-reminded-of-by.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned (been reminded of) by a 3 yr old...'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-7984663271964847048</id><published>2010-07-01T19:18:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:16:12.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1FmR5XmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I3wGXcjJOu4/s1600/20100628_76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1FmR5XmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I3wGXcjJOu4/s400/20100628_76.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489120044775872722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1FMJu7rWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Q45YQk10yU/s1600/20100628_56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1FMJu7rWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Q45YQk10yU/s400/20100628_56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489119595908017506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1AMreT3mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EQZdaciTCuY/s1600/20100628_152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1AMreT3mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EQZdaciTCuY/s400/20100628_152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489114107406966370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gauge my non-stop lil guy...&lt;br /&gt;Xena, Buddha and Belaina...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa aka the kitten's favorite person to sleep with...&lt;br /&gt;The 4 Terrors, Buddha, Lola, Xena and Ragnarok.  "Bea" is the typical middle child, totally different, orange, short haired and not in the photo....&lt;br /&gt;Alaura and Xena napping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC0_ZEA7nNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WmjUdB56aaE/s1600/20100628_56.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC0-ypGg7fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JcHUw5RBfZA/s1600/20100628_52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC0-ypGg7fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JcHUw5RBfZA/s320/20100628_52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489112560582061554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC0_om9vxoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UtgrF3TJoCM/s1600/20100628_73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC0_om9vxoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UtgrF3TJoCM/s400/20100628_73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489113487721350786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-7984663271964847048?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7984663271964847048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=7984663271964847048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7984663271964847048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7984663271964847048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-babies.html' title='Summer Babies'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/TC1FmR5XmNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I3wGXcjJOu4/s72-c/20100628_76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-3210616732198583976</id><published>2007-08-11T14:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:35:17.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogger's 101, published Sept. 3, 2005, in MSN Spaces Live</title><content type='html'>September 03, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers 101, 101 things about me...&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this on other blogs, so, thought I'd go ahead and do one too. I'll keep mine clean though. Yes, yes, believe it or not, I'll behave myself!  lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. My name is Stephanie, but I got the nickname, Kitty because I'm always curious and asking questions. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I grew up moving about every 2 years. I've lived in CA, OR, ID, WA, and AZ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. I'm the oldest of 7 Children. (that's not a typo) lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. I have 5 brothers, 1 sister. My boys think I'm psychic, I might be, but, it's just I've seen and heard it all when it comes to boys getting into or causing trouble. (Just don't tell them)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. I love Art and graphics, I belong to several MSN groups that are about learning and making computer graphics. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. I love all animals, and would have lots of them if I lived in the country. Cats have always been number one though, and I'm feeding 13 of them, 4 are my 'babies' about 10 weeks old(they are 6 months old now). They come running to me when I go call them. I say, "where are my babies?" and they come running. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. I try to never judge anyone. I have no right to, and people can surprise you!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. I know I'm not the greatest speller, nor do I remember much of grammar and punctuation, sooo if that's your hang up.... pfffffffffffbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttt lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. I can be a smart-ass at times, but, I have no problem with it. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. I like to tease.... I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. I have an eye for the finer things in life. My sister says that you could put me in a jewelry store and what I like will be the most expensive. It's true, I can do it time and again, jewelry, antiques, cars, what ever, if I like it, it's expensive. (Notice I didn't say I can buy these things) My favorite tales to tell on this are both yard/tag sales. One, I bought a bag of costume jewelry, one of the rings had caught my eye. I later had it looked at, it was a ruby, with diamonds, 14 gold setting. Pretty good for a zip-lock bag full of costume jewelry for $1.00. My second favorite came a year ago. I was helping this kind older lady move from the farm she raised her kids on, same one her hubby was raised on, to a trailer park in town. Her mother was like me, a collector, lol lots of stuff in boxes to go through. We had a huge sale. Towards the end, she was pulling boxes of stuff from the barn and was gonna throw most away. I was able to convince her that people did want this stuff! (it was good!) In a pile of garbage I found an old picture of a little boy, in pajamas, blowing a horn for his toy soldiers. I told her I'd love to have it. She thought I was crazy, but gave it to me. I recognized the artist, and for a year I hung onto it because I loved it so much. I finally decided to ebay it. My free picture from the garbage made me $775.00! Ahhh life is good!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Oh, did I mention I LOVE ebay?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. I started working at the age of 12, my first job was mowing an older lady's yard with her push lawn mower. I've done lots of yard work, babysitting, taking care of horses, feeding pets while people are on vacation, house sitting, working in the fields, fast food, maid in a hotel, day care, worked at a newspaper, worked for a tax preparer, been a personal trainer,(what was I thinking there), and my favorites, been a travel agent and managed a travel agency. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. I love to travel, and used to dream about it as a kid. I've been to almost every place I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. One of my favorite places to travel is, Hawaii. I love the people, love the islands, love everything about it. The very first time I set foot on Kauai, I felt like I had been there before, like I was coming home, I belonged there. I've never felt that way any place else. I knew I had been there before and it was special to me, it still is. (love those big men!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. I love to cook, and I'm told I'm a good cook. lol That does make a difference.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. I'm Italian (Sicilian) and Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. I love to laugh, and really appreciate funny people. Intelligent and funny is even better!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. I'm a movie addict. Have been since my old babysitting days. I love a good sci/fi, horror, or comedy. Not too thrilled about westerns.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. I really enjoy learning new things. (I'll let you interpret that how ever you wish) lol I am being good after all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. One of my hobbies is Bonsai. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. I'm a 'collector' I have collections of, old milk bottles, Japanese dolls, brass, cats, yep both real and knickknack, cookbooks, a few antiques (I want more), some antique jewelry (I want more), Chinese watercolors, I have a signed David Lee, print from one of the times I was in Hawaii. He does gorgeous Chinese style watercolors on silk. I can't afford his real stuff, but I love my print. (want more!), milk glass, antique fruit crate labels, coins, oh heck, you get the idea. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. My favorite TV shows are, Simpson's, Malcolm in the middle, King of the Hill, CSI, Law and Order(s),Star Gate, Medium, Lost (unless they start to bore me or screw up the story line) Antiques Road Show, reruns of Drew Carey, anything History on PBS, oh and recently I've been watching Veronica Marrs. I like shows that make me laugh, or think. I've come to accept, on TV, dysfunctional is funny. lol Go figure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. Have I mentioned I like to tease? LOL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. I love Roses and flowers. I grow roses and do very well at it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. I enjoy gardening.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. I've always been independent, but have my times when I love being cared for. I'm just not used to it. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. I love caring for that special person in my life, and making him/them (my children) feel special and loved. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. I was very shy and quiet as a kid/teen, unless I knew you well, then I was a big flirt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. In High School I was pretty much a big flirt. (OK so some things don't change much)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. I'm A LOT older now than I was in High School. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. OK, I will say, I'm past 40, and thank heavens not 50 yet.(When I get to 50, I'll change this to say, Thank heavens I'm not 60 yet!) LOL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. I'm a sensual person. I like tastes, textures, feelings, etc, that bring pleasure. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. I love spicy foods. Sweet and spicy probably more than just regular hot spicy, but, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. I have a dear friend who now lives in India, and when he gets married, (hint, hint) I'm gonna go to his wedding. I've always wanted to visit India. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. I'm told I have a sweet voice. I'm being corrected, I have a young, sweet, sexy voice. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. I have dark brown hair, and big brown eyes. Big brown eyes came in handy when I was younger. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. I had a cat that I loved very much, live to be 21 years old. I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. I love old cars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. As a kid I used to collect rocks, coins, and comic books. I had some really good ones, but every time we moved, my parents would throw our stuff away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. I love to read. I used to read more than I do now. As a kid I would read books that really weren't appropriate for my age, but, I did stumble upon some great writers like that. Steinbeck, Asimov, Twain, HG Wells, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Bradbury,I would read everything, I loved sci/fi the best though. Other girls were reading teen love stories, I was reading Asimov, and other sci/fi writers. I never cared for Piers Anthony though, he got too detailed on crap that didn't matter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. I love to make things. I sew, paint, paint watercolors, do embroidery, crewel, a little calligraphy, crafts, etc etc. What's that saying, student of many things,  but master of few? I'm not sure that's right, but that's me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. I grew up and went to school with Harmon Killebrew's kids. He used to come and talk to us, an interesting man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. My favorite color isn't just one color. I love Reds, dark purple, dark greens, dark blues, and peach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. My favorite foods are all kinds. I like Italian, Chinese, some Japanese, Indian, Moroccan, Greek, Vietnamese, Mexican, and good ol USA Seafood, lobster, crab, OH and Prime Rib. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. I'm 5ft 4inches, and as far as weight goes... well, I'm working on it! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47. I like big men. Big tall or tall and big. I grew up around small, mean men, (I know they aren't all mean just because they are small, but I'm going by experience.) and a man who's stick thin, well, to me that means too much self control to ever let go&lt;br /&gt;and be hot in bed. LOL (kitty's philosophy)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48. I have 4 children that I love, love, love! My youngest is turning 11 this month (sept) and I have not given her permission to keep getting older! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49. I've never understood people being into S&amp;M, but if I had to pick, I think I'd try being a dominatrix (spelling?) I don't think I'd be very good at being submissive. Being on top, &lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing! But, then again so is.... oops forgot I was behaving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50. I'm having a heck of a time coming up with 101 things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51. I think accents are sexy. A good one is Southern, very sexy.  Aussie is a hot accent too, or, an Italian with some New York thrown in. hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52. Some of my favorite quotes comes from a friend, Don. I've met Don and his wife Lorey in real life, they are hilarious. His quotes, "Hurt me, hurt me, make me write bad checks" LOL " Let's party, I'll bring the chips dips chains and whips." &lt;br /&gt;or, "I know enough to get laid or get my ass kicked in 7 languages" Gotta love the guy! lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another one is from Steve, he lived in this same lil heck hole of a town I do, he escaped, run Steve, RUN! Steve's quote, "I'm a lesbian in a man's body". Oh, and yes Steve, you do have a great butt. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53. I never use the F word. No matter how mad I get... I can slice and dice you without using it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54. OK, I ran out of steam here, so, I went blog surfing to see what other people had said on their, bloggers 101. I came across, Bob's site, it's called, don't point that thing at me.  Here's his link, and thanks for giving me some ideas and laughs Bob. http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/Blog/cns!1pUF6Uf-HMEadMKabOuCsrdw!460.entry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;55. I have a thing about Men's eyes, arms and hands. I then check out the butt and legs too, but tmi? huh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56. I'm afraid of heights, spiders, and bugs that cling to you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57. I get sick watching fear factor, not for any amount of money would I ever eat or do those things. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58. I was born in Dec. and I'm a Capricorn, but, I'm not a cold, all business Capricorn. I resent that generalization. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59. I'm not fat, I'm 'fluffy'!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60. I loooove Chocolate, the smoother,the richer, the better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61. I love touching, hugging, snuggling, holding hands, the feel of skin on skin. (Among other things)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62. My mantra, I will behave, I WILL behave. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;63. I don't smoke,  never even wanted to try it. I don't drink, too many addictive personalities in my family. Don't mind if you do though. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. I make the things I do, look easy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;65. My pet peeves, Women who dress in expensive clothes, made up to the hilt, who's children are dirty, hair not combed, ratty clothes. Pisses me off to no end. &lt;br /&gt;Body odor and bad breath... men, I'll be blunt, if you want sex or oral sex, you shouldn't smell like a dead body that's been out rotting in the desert sun for a month... nuff said? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. I actually could care less if you leave the toilet seat up or down. I admit it's nice to have it down in those times you are in a real hurry, but, it's not that big of a deal to get upset or argue about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;67. I try to live my life by, "don't sweat the little stuff, and, it's all little stuff".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;68. I love to dance, especially when it's a really good sexy beat to the song.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;69. I play on pogo, it's a game site where you can chat and play games. I kick butt at gin and spades. I suck at poker. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70. I have a mind that remembers worthless bits of info, so I'm good at jeopardy, and trivia. (I'll take you on Bob)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;71. I don't take myself too seriously, nor anyone else for that matter. I'm not a total goof, but, life is too short. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;72. I've flipped thru the Kama Sutra, and my thoughts... some, do-able, others, not even if I was double jointed! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73. Pleasure, not pain!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;74. I plan on going back to college. I'd love to take some art classes, computer graphics, psychology, and drafting. Who knows what else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;75. I've always had a thing for shoes. Expensive shoes. I hate seeing a woman, or man who's' dressed really nice, and wearing cheap shoes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;76. It takes a lot to really make me mad. Hurt a child, animal, or one of my loved ones, and you'll be front row. Me, you can say whatever about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77. I love how men are so comfortable with their bodies. No matter how big or small, they are OK with it. I admire that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;78. I always say, "You can ask me anything". I may not answer, but I usually do. I can't think of anything that would embarrass me, so fire away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;79. I have mutant dust bunnies under my bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80. I have my ears pierced, twice. I can't wear any jewelry, watch, anything unless it's real  gold. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;81. I've always loved Oriental stuff, furniture, clothing, antiques, china, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;82. I admire men, and women, who, when faced with a tough choice, will make their decision based on what's best for their child, or children, no matter how much it hurts them personally. That is REAL love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;83. I love spring, new things growing, time to plant gardens, love is in the air! lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;84. My car plates say, Meow to You.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85. I wanted Purrrr, but it was already taken.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;86. I have a dark blue and green Beta male in a 1 gallon tank right next to my monitor. I love to watch him swim, it's soothing. He's a, 'taco short of a combo platter', he sees himself reflected in the tank, and thinks it's another male. He spends most of his day, posturing and threatening himself. lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;87. I love old houses, those big beautiful ones, wrap around porches, built to last.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;88. Auctions, yard sales, estate sales, alllll good!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;89. I read everything my kids read. (Junie B Jones to Redwall, Beverly Cleary to Harry Potter) I like knowing what's going into their minds. (OK, I would have read Harry Potter anyway)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;90. I've met 7 people in real life that I met online first. We were all very careful, had a fantastic time, and think the world of all of them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;91. I usually sleep with a window open, even in the winter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;92. I love flip flops. (can you tell I'm running out of steam?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;93. I'm beggin ya, Men, don't wear speedos, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94. Guys, a kiss isn't smashing your lips up against ours and ramming the tongue down. There should be finesse, technique, some tenderness, licks, nibbles, gentle, or not gentle sucking.... ummm is it warm in here? lol &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95. I don't like riding in a car with people who, don't  use the AC in summer, and won't open windows. In winter, they blast the heat so much it's like being in Death Valley during the summer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;96. I actually like doing taxes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;97. I like people who are honest, blunt even. I have three friends that come to mind, Vanda, Dennis and Don, people seem to be offended that they are honest and straight forward. I'd much rather have a friend that is up front and honest with you, than one who lies and plays games. Which one would you trust?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;98. I admire men who are kind, loving, compassionate, smart and funny. I like men who enjoy touching and being touched, with a strong sensual streak.&lt;br /&gt; I don't admire, Muy Macho men who have tempers they can't control, have no respect for women, and are violent, or businessmen who throw temper tantrums at the airport.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;99. If I had the money to live any place I wanted to, I'd have a home on the Island of Kauai, one on the Oregon Coast, or Seattle area, and one in Southern California. LOL I'm greedy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;100. I love Chinatown in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;101. The views expressed here are those of Kitty (Steph) and not necessarily yours, nor do they have to be yours for us to be friends. Fine Print, offer and opinions not valid in Walla Walla Washington, or Cucamonga, California. Void where offer is prohibited. Offer good for 18yrs and older only. A running computer with any system is required to run this blog. Kittycatlane will not be held responsible for errors in typing or grammar. Actual opinions may vary, depending on my mood and PMS! Kids, don't try this at home! If you keep doing that, you'll go blind........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This quote is sooo me! Thanks Rain!&lt;br /&gt;One of the advantages of being disorderly is    &lt;br /&gt;that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jeankfl&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I think it would probably be easier for me to say which ones are not alike than which are!!LOL No wonder we both like the nut, and you wanted me out of your head!! We're almost twins! Well, I know we're both "unique", but we do have a lot of similarities. cool. My first cat lived 26 years.&lt;br /&gt;hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jean&lt;br /&gt;July 08 5:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://jeankfl.spaces.live.com/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  SAAM&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that is the first time I've read that.  Very cool. &lt;br /&gt;We are a like in some ways (except I'm alleric to cats!!):  I'm 5'4",  I like crafts and always have something on the go, Bob says he's "a lesbian in a man's body" all the time!,  I like shoes (so does Marissa-take after my mom!!),  I like yard sales!! And chocolate!  And gardening.  yay to your # 93 &amp; 94&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;May 30 2:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://1saam11.spaces.live.com/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Why Jane&lt;br /&gt;I'm deeply disturbed by number 96.  I'm not sure we can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;March 01 8:53 AM&lt;br /&gt;(http://whyblogwhy.spaces.live.com/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  asad&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;how are you?welcome to my about you ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May 24 5:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/asad1313/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  strollerguy&lt;br /&gt;Well, interesting list. I think. It's the first "101" list I have actually looked at.&lt;br /&gt;MANY items caught my attention (being a guy!), but perhaps the two that I will "take with me" are your "reading list" and the fact that you choose not to use the "F Bomb."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I heard a long time ago that folks who "cuss" do not have anything intelligent to say. I am still working on that one - it is "where" I want to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;david&lt;br /&gt;April 17 11:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/strollerguy/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  ZePp&lt;br /&gt;LOL... NICE read.. very amusing and illuminating ;)&lt;br /&gt;March 02 10:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/zeppsworld/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Nikki&lt;br /&gt;Aloha from Hawaii!  I love shoes and I totally agree with u on #75.  Why bother dressing up if u dn't have the right shoes, right?  Well love reading ur stuff.  Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;January 27 11:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/kukuigirl/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; CravingNatureGirl&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I feel like I know you already :) We have several similarities, like your #s 24,30,33,34,45,46,68,82,97 and thank you for throwing in #94! lol You sound like a lot of fun! My site is fairly new and humble, but you should check out my 101 list. Nice meeting you!&lt;br /&gt;January 23 11:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/serenitytrailtrekers/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; WiseLittleCHANELonFIRE&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I love these lists! I have 2! I think I am the only one.&lt;br /&gt;January 18 10:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/feuerfrei6/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; EdgyKay&lt;br /&gt;Two things come to mind immediately: * Harmon Killebrew (Go Twins!!) and I share a birthday. June 29th. Yay for us! * Husband and I went to Kuaui on our honeymoon. We spent two weeks there. I could spend 200 years there... * (OK, three things) I LOVE your story about the free painting selling for $775 -- Antiques Roadshow is my favorite! You are a lucky Kitty! * (OK, four things) We have four Betas. My favorite, Tsu, sleeps on his side for about 20 hours out of the day. EVERY SINGLE TIME I walk past his bowl, I gasp and flick the side, to make sure he's still alive. Sneaky fish. Nice job, Steph!&lt;br /&gt;December 18 6:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/captmaryflint/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Cajun, i'm still waiting, and drooling, while i'm waiting for recipes!&lt;br /&gt;October 10 1:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; CajunLover180&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns are cold and business like??? Hmmm, well, I guess I might be sometimes...but I oh so like to have lots of fun too. So, ebay...I like that too. Now, I don't "like" paying taxes, but I don't mind the math and calculations to actually do my own. Why do people feel the need to pay someone else to hit the add and subtract buttons on a calculator??? Another reason why I believe technology is leading to the dumbing down of this nation. So, salt and pepper are exotic spices huh??? LOL...your family is not ready for me then. I always kick it up a notch...BAM. ~Cajun&lt;br /&gt;September 11 8:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/cajunkitchen/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; junquedujour&lt;br /&gt;This was GREAT! It was nice getting to know you.&lt;br /&gt;September 09 9:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/junquedujour/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; azhath&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. My music is working now! 101 things....I see that on blogs all the time, I'd be lucky to come up with 10 things! I read Kenny also, truely an amzing guy. Mr T&lt;br /&gt;September 04 7:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/IfIWereKing/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Gordon Dunn&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph, I loved the 101 things about you. I did learn one or twings about you I didn't know. Glad you kept it reasonably clean...lol.....&lt;br /&gt;September 03 6:00 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-3210616732198583976?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3210616732198583976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=3210616732198583976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3210616732198583976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3210616732198583976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blogger_11.html' title='My Blogger&apos;s 101, published Sept. 3, 2005, in MSN Spaces Live'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-2613583975863522503</id><published>2007-08-10T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:28:41.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entries from my Guest Book in MSN Spaces Live. Started Aug. 18, 2005</title><content type='html'>Sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by my Space...and congratulations! You have earned your place in the Sidewalk-Of-Fame! You got every secret identity right! (Although in the comic the Hulk's name is Bruce, but I'll except David because that's what they used in the TV show...I guess they didn't think Bill Bixby looked like a "Bruce".) And Alan Scott was the Green Lantern, but the show with Bruce Lee was "The Green Hornet"...a lot of people get them confused. (I'm a dork, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a little lazy with my Space so I only blog about once a week. So sometime next week I'll add your name to the Sidewalk-Of-Fame and I'll let everyone know you won the "Identity Challenge". (You're the only one who made the effort!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures from Hawaii are cool. So you guys made it to Giovanni's shrimp shack! We saw that too but it looked a little run down to us...plus we had just been to the pineapple plantation so we were both full of pineapple. Maybe next time we'll take a chance on the shrimp shack and add our name to the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for dropping by. Hope to see you again soon!August 01 12:26 AM&lt;a href="http://sidewalkla.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://sidewalkLA.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!4489');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-60bcc4ce218522e2.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comments run from newest to oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id1_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuskulana Steve&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and the comment.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I grew up in Nampa, but lived in Idaho Falls for 3 years, we could see the Tetons from our kitchen windo and back yard, and I froze my ass off in the winter! We used to go feed bears vanilla wafers out the car windows in yellowstone too ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmet seemed like a nice town, I was there a few times long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you! Stop by any time.&lt;br /&gt;Steve (not a lesbian in a man's body, don't confuse us ha ha)July 26 8:26 AM 2007&lt;a href="http://kuskulanasteve1955.spaces.live.com/)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://kuskulanasteve1955.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!4389');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-dc6e4ce00e48288e.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id2_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Hi thanks for stopping by and saying hello come back any time..&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;CindyJuly 18 1:35 AM&lt;a href="http://mysnyte.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://mysnyte.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt; 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!4331');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-3d42e6ab131cc09e.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id3_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J W LEIGH&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping in Steph...the wife and really enjoy some of the wonderful people on spaces. Liked your hot jokes, but I'll save mine for another time. Who knows, I might just throw in some hillbilly speak from right here in east Tennessee. Rain, rain please come our way...its been 6 weeks since we had a drop. Our tress are gasping for air and our dogs have started swimming in their water bowl. I'm too old for this hot weather, but at least I don't have to mow my grass. Stay in touch.....J.W.L. July 06 7:24 PM&lt;a href="http://johnwesleyleigh.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://johnwesleyleigh.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!3912');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-769ff8257d145d2e.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id4_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that I always had someone on my side ... My Mom ... so I try to be that for my kids. They already have one parent who doesn't stick up for them ... their dad. He always takes his wife's side over theirs. He's a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do kick their butts if they need it. :)&lt;br /&gt;April 23 8:26 PM&lt;a href="http://laugh-lines.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://laugh-lines.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!3355');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-1a5b517652b77f87.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id5_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Came from Mannyed's - nice space! Toodles! - JaneDecember 05 11:10 PM&lt;a href="http://stepfordpodperson.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://stepfordpodperson.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!3228');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-f1f13521bd8571d5.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id6_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OrangeButterCat&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sarah, nice to meet you (fellow next-generation-crazy-cat-lady!) Actually, I think haveing kids and friends automatically disqualifies us from that CATegory.&lt;br /&gt;I got here thru KatSoup's space. Enjoyed looking around and especially loved the kitty photo album. I have a Romeo, too &gt;^..^&lt; href="http://orangebuttercat.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://orangebuttercat.spaces.live.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no name)&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kittycat,&lt;br /&gt;I Just droppin by to give ya some love and say HI... MikeyAugust 27 3:01 PM&lt;a href="http://ivegotstuffinmyhead.spaces.live.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://ivegotstuffinmyhead.spaces.live.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2751');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-398023ca708770f7.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id8_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Just out &amp;amp; about tonight. Enjoyed your blog a lot!July 23 12:23 AM&lt;a href="http://rexina.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://rexina.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2746');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Hello and ty for taking the time to leave a comment on my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the "read" so for on yours and will return to catch up on more of your past entries again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YellowJuly 22 7:22 AM&lt;a href="http://yellow113.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://yellow113.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2737');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-d6a8583509ce1c60.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id9_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper-Tooth&lt;br /&gt;Just passing thru from DAVIDSHAG. Hope all is well, feel free to stop by sometime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LisaJuly 20 1:36 PM&lt;a href="http://pepper-tooth.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://pepper-tooth.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2693');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-d4dc2538db05d913.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id10_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill&lt;br /&gt;Steph, thanks for the visit and the nice comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to check out visitors' bogs. Got to say, after reading your last three posts, that I really like your topics. I will be checking in on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the great posts!July 12 9:48 PM&lt;a href="http://tvandstuff.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://tvandstuff.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2652');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-f47977c761fa7a82.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id11_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg&lt;br /&gt;Just prowling thru the neighborhood- love your sense of the absurd- will be back for a visitJuly 06 12:34 PM&lt;a href="http://megsgarden63.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://megsgarden63.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2595');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-ad6e534e8abf4d9d.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id12_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Rhiane ~*~&lt;br /&gt;Signing in...I left a comment on your blog. Talk to ya again sometime.June 25 12:53 PM&lt;a href="http://tootie-fruitie.spaces.msn.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://tootie-fruitie.spaces.msn.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2363');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-56457c6d3a58a9c6.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id13_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Jane&lt;br /&gt;Hello kitty just passing through its long overdue i ve hardly been on paces lately dont know whats up with me tee hee xxxJune 07 10:19 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/noises-and-kisses/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/noises-and-kisses/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2252');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-5404dc5ebe4f7f06.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id14_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooner™&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's Nooner .. nice to greet you.&lt;br /&gt;I followed a link from Mike M. I read a few of his blogs and saw you commented on a couple. It was the comical mention of you saying "I think I might be a Man .. I like to roll over and go to sleep" after sex that made me think I'd enjoy your humor .. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NoonerMay 22 2:02 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/Nooner101/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/Nooner101/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2180');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-7d12bf82132b5f02.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id15_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellylynn Chris, Shilo,&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I read a comment you made on another persons blog about trying to sleep. I wanted to say thanks! It worked for me last night when I tried your sugestion! Take care.May 12 11:33 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/talktomeppltalktomeppl/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/talktomeppltalktomeppl/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!2032');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-2ad33daed154ceea.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id16_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can catch you up on what happened on Invasion. But first let me answer your question regarding what happen to the Sheriff's daughter. She was (as you mentioned) dragged to the water buy the psycho bitch and her boyfriend, but when she got thrown in the water the creatures spit her out. Seems they will only take "completely" healthy people and the sherriff's daughter had something wrong with her heart (I think) when she was born. So that tells you what happened to the daughter...&lt;br /&gt;Now as for the psycho bitch and her boyfriend... they were taken bake to the island where a lot of them are holding up and Russell (Eddie Cibrian) and Dave (brother-in-law) they went to the island to find Zura but when they got there they saw Zura shoot psycho bitch in the head and the bf in the chest... dead, dead, dead, don't cha know!&lt;br /&gt;Russell and Dave went looking for Zura after seeing the dead bodies and took the priest hostage (who's also on the island) and they called the Coast Guard to report Zura for murder but when the Coast Guard boated up to the beach where Russell and Dave were waiting... who was in the boat?? Zura!! Seems like the invasion is reaching the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that fills you in a bit.... thanks for stopping by my Space and I look forward to seeing you again.April 24 3:09 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/spryster/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/spryster/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!1991');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-be70471952ed8e31.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id17_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;I loved your entires...&lt;br /&gt;see ya round&lt;br /&gt;CandyApril 17 1:51 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/dualexistence/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/dualexistence/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!1980');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!144#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-eabc2a0ba61db160.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id18_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Magyar&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pretty Lady,&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo deactivated my entire account, please e-mail me at : &lt;a href="mailto:IMthetruespidey@yahoo.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;IMthetruespidey@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, so I can re-add you to my new list thanks babe... MikeyApril 15 10:00 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/ivegotstuffinmyhead/)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/ivegotstuffinmyhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SomedayQuilter&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph, happened by your space and loved it. I'm just getting started putting my space together and decided to look at some of the others to get ideas. Why re-invent the wheel, right? I'm always trying to figure things out on my own and finally come to the conclusion at some point that a little help might make this a little easier:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day,&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia and her menagerieApril 08 2:03 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/SomedayQuilter/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/SomedayQuilter/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-fb1e3b163511b0c5.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id26_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timex&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I got here but am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a induced coffee and chickory daze, but I did enjoy the space hope I can find my way back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be a good taste for state dependent learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeanMarch 16 9:47 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/clubduffy/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/clubduffy/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-a3a0b870dbce6582.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id25_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ♥ ~ Bobbi-Jo ~ ♥ ~&lt;br /&gt;Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;Great space you have here! I come to you through Greg's space.&lt;br /&gt;Shine! :)&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi-JoMarch 02 5:06 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/newbeginnings1976/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/newbeginnings1976/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-31345447b075f741.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id24_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kitty,&lt;br /&gt;I came here by route of Greg's..... AKA the mayor (i think) of Bloggerville. LOL Anyway, I love your space and I just wanted to let you know I stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; href="http://spaces.msn.com/longlostgirlfriend/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/longlostgirlfriend/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarhead Mugwump&lt;br /&gt;i keep finding my way back here, i'm not sure how usually... this time it was through a spacer that walked over from your space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i come here i think.... gee, i need to come back when i have more time... then a.d.d. kicks in and as soon as i click away - i forget where the space was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i finally outsmarted myself and linked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile!February 16 3:59 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/tarhead/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/tarhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-6fd23e3ce8a4389b.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id22_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumzwife&lt;br /&gt;Love your valentines!February 07 1:27 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/jstablr71/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/jstablr71/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-1e10579f84062ca0.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id21_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;br /&gt;You'll alright with that Seattle loss???February 06 9:53 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View space" href="http://cid-148b0a2ecfd36181.spaces.live.com/?partner=Live.Spaces&amp;amp;mkt=en-US" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="uxp_ep_dotsA" id="live__id20_dots" onclick="return false" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-07-26_17.23/#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no name)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where else to put this - are you finding the sudden new format of spaces to make it pretty hard to do things you used to? I tried the search thing, and I get 'no results found' no matter what I enter. I would THINK that 'nice lady who inexplicably likes cats' should have brought me here - but noooo. I can't even find some of the comments that used to be there - can people have second thoughts? Change is rarely good, and this seems to be no exception...January 27 7:48 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/pastdue/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/pastdue/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The1GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph... I kind of wrote about dreams on my "Fear Not " entry... Here you go...Have an awesome week Kitty!!! Meow!!! For every event that has occurred in our lives there is a thought. These thoughts produce feelings about our past and our future. Our feelings become our perceptions about life and others. Sometimes our perceptions can become so strong and real it can affect our behavior…Our outcomes in life. Wow...All of what I just said...Gave me an image of a small...little snowball starting to roll down a hill and by the time it gets to the bottom it is this big fast moving boulder. Not good... If that boulder represents bad thoughts...Look Out? Now...Our dreams while we sleep can be effected by our, thoughts, feelings, perceptions, our behavior, others behavior, what we watch, what we hear, and read. There are so many variables…You can add in past trauma, disappointments, failures, successes, etc… That is why it is so important to have a “relationship” with our Father God. When we focus on Him…His Word…It takes precedence over our situations. OH!!!! “To Know God…To have Jesus as Lord…Letting God’s Spirit Guide!” When I type about God…His goodness…When you read about what a Good God He is…How He Loves to hang out with us…I can feel His presence…I pray that you also all experience His presence. That’s where we can all shout…Amen! It’s not about religion… It never was…It’s about hanging out with Him. I started all this to write about dreams and I start praising God…Golly!!! We can go to bed at night and say…”God I want peaceful sleep…I want my thoughts to be on you…My sleep will be so peaceful, that each hour of sleep, will feel like two…Thank You Father…Amen (So be it)!January 23 9:23 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;My girls are amazed on how I can predict within a day when the "CrAmP MoNsTeR" will show up. For instance...Emma was freaking on Saturday. I just looked at her while I was driving and calmly said..."You're going to start your period in about two days!" I walked into my living room this morning, Emma say's..."Dad, I woke up with the worst cramps last night!" I just smiled that smile (not because she was suffering), but you know... Emma say's..."I know Dad; I was just thinking how you figured that out?" On Saturday...She did not believe I knew what I was talking about. I told her..."Hey... 46, going on 47, married twice, and been around the block a few times. Trust me...dad knows!" OK...I'm building up the courage to meet your..."Wild and Crazy" friends...GregJanuary 16 1:52 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TarheadMugwump&lt;br /&gt;the last time that i had cats in the house there were twelve of them. nine of them were newborns. cute little boogers, if you like waking up to a terrorist attack every morning... when i would come home from work, as soon as i came through the door they would all converge on me and commence to climbing my jeans... that got old pretty quick!!! their father, a pitch black cat named smokey, had smartz enough to operate the front door... he would climb on the couch and bat the chain off, turn the knob and out he went. we ended up putting a dead bolt on the door to keep the cat in. a dead bolt on the door to keep the cat in... heard that much? smile!January 15 7:36 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/tarhead/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/tarhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Someone with more cats than me! I've only got four. Your babies are gorgeous! Just hopping around tonight. Have a good one! SusanJanuary 15 7:08 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/stucker8/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/stucker8/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiredRetiredJerry&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Always nice to see a new face. JerryJanuary 11 8:44 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/gunghogw1936/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/gunghogw1936/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Well...Steph, I see you are still working on that Valentines artistic side. We can all dream about those younger days.January 08 8:52 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets-n-scotch1&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I'm one of your partners at Mad Dads space, referring to the weight loss challenge. I noticed you said you needed recipes. I left a message for the others on his space but I wanted to leave you a comment in your space. Check out http://www.sparkpeople.com/ Its free and has everything you need....... just check it out.January 08 8:47 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/genesismom/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/genesismom/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph...Three pounds down. Hmmm...I won't say how many more to go for my goal. My girls bless me in saying that I look fine...Sweethearts! Yes...The tough part is cooking for the kids. However, I have learned to buy things that they can prepare themselves. Every time I cook a big meal...Somebody wants something else or they are not hungry. It's the girls and their chocolate I need to stay away from. Other than that I eat pretty healthy...Just need to give up pizza. Also…Dusting off and hopping on my exercise bike more often will help also…January 07 5:56 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Aafrica_&lt;br /&gt;those valentine cards! they are fabulous! you make me laugh with all those comic strips. love everything. Aafrica p.s. i lost count: how many cats do you have?January 06 2:22 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/Aafrica/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/Aafrica/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to clean the litter box... I forgot about these questions... Minnesota too cold... Hmmm..Florida, Alabama...Too many hurricanes and I was right... You know...I talked to someone the other week and they said I was being too easy on her and making excuses for her poor decesions. Maybe that allows me to forgive... See ya when....You stop by my side of the Blog Universe...GregDecember 29 7:16 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Couple of questions, you said in a answer to mad dad that you considered your injury a reason for your divorce... why is that? After being in this (my) area of the US, how did you end up or decide on Missouri? I know I'll have more questions for ya, just so you're prepared... that's just me, if I want to know, I ask. lol BIG HUGS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1st...Divorce...Married a flight attendant...Emma born...I grew up, she still wanted to party. 2nd...Divorce...Great wife...After my accident she was never the same, antidepressants, and are you setting down...She left me and the children for a 17 year old class mate of my daughters. So...You see I have two major testimonies. God has sustained me through it all. Missouri came about...Because, Minnesota is too cold, my parents still live there, Branson good place to live for a few years for education for Emilee, Jade's music career (If she wants), and JR (He loves his mother) but her lifestyle is like that of Mary Kay Letourneau, so we had to leave Oregon. I should have adopted Dono and Jade was old enough to make her own decesion to leave her mother. What can I say...It's a made for TV movie or a Jerry Springer episode...Gee Whiz...Oh well!!! I'm debating whether to put my full testimony on my Blog. Some already do not believe in my healing...But, I guess that goes with the territory. HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS :-D GregDecember 22 4:10 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:gregsblog@hotmail.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;GregSr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph... I lift up your son in prayer and all that know you and your family...That Jesus is Lord. We lean not upon our own understanding but are led by your Spirit Father God for Your Divine Will over this situation. That Father God Your Will...shall be done. I speak Your Blood Lord Jesus that you shed on the cross over Stephanie's son. It covers him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. No weaponed formed against him shall prosper. Thank You Father for hearing our prayers...In Jesus Name...AmenDecember 18 8:49 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Click to view previous 20 comments" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!1pMVZ9jzEm6bpeO4N0J_vYBw!144.entry#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__---Indigo---__&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph! I just wandered in from bored Barbara's blog... nice space you have here! I was looking at your cat pics and your Molly looks just like our Cleo. And I was laughing at one of your pics of a cat (Diva maybe?) in what looked like a bird's nest with eggs in it... but then duhhhh me... I realized they were rocks, not eggs, lol! Do you actually have alllll those kitties now?!? I can just imagine what state *your* Christmas tree must be in (if you have one, that is)! I have three cats and mine is just ragged after only a few days up (although that's mostly thanks to Jazz... the 3-month-old kitten who practically lives *in* the tree!). Have a wonderful, happy holiday! Susan (Indigo)December 16 11:30 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/Indig0/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/Indig0/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Being a former owner of three cats and three dogs on the Mountain I had to come by and here some cats prrrrrrr :-) - GregDecember 10 6:04 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IncognitoCatholicMom&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Thanks for visiting my space, Steph. Now I can't seem to pry Smokie away from your cat photos. She's such a FLIRT!! *sheesh!* Please stop by again anytime. :-) Brenda.December 09 1:03 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/catholicmom/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/catholicmom/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannyed&lt;br /&gt;Loving all your kitty pics. They are all so adorable! Me and Manny like to come by and visit them. He thinks he might know pumpkin. I like the graphics around the pictures too, very nice!December 09 9:29 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ManOhManny/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ManOhManny/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aWhiteCottonBoxers&lt;br /&gt;6', 170lbs. 6.5inches. whatis your email so i can fire you that Paris photo you wanted?December 05 3:11 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;Good evening... I've been watching those webcams in the NW. As for Trout Lake...I lived about 11 miles from there and it was a great place to go and enjoy the scenery and look at Mt. Hood. One of the nicest things about living on the mountain was to keep the windows open on the house in the summer. The fresh sweet smelling air was incredible. I also had the Sandy River running behind my home and you could hear the water flowing over the rocks. Memories I will never forget...Have a wonderful weekend...GregDecember 03 8:23 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_The_Gay_Dude&lt;br /&gt;Kittycatlane.....I love it....thanks for visiting my blog and I won't be a stranger :) MarcDecember 01 4:10 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/TheWhitecottonJournal/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/TheWhitecottonJournal/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OriginalCdnBarbie&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed reading your blog. Your kitties are so sweet! And I LOL at the error message boxes. Will definitely return for more!November 30 6:07 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/cdnbarbie/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/cdnbarbie/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GregSr&lt;br /&gt;You did make smile... We all need laughter... What would I do without spell check! Your name made me miss my three cats I had in the Northwest. But I don't miss the litter box!!! Stay cool you crazy cat...Greg I'll be aroundNovember 29 11:07 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/BLOGQUEST/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flyingpurplemooses&lt;br /&gt;Nice place with nice stuff. Thanks, you helped unclogg my Monday morning brain. aakNovember 28 2:00 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/flyingpurplemoose/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/flyingpurplemoose/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runningtheweasel&lt;br /&gt;Nice portfolio. You got some beautiful stuff. =)November 22 2:11 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/oddsandends/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/oddsandends/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Chosen-1&lt;br /&gt;Yo.... Love ur spaces .... cheers [The One]November 18 9:51 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/the-chosen1/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/the-chosen1/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomer-Bob&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph, Thanks for the fly by and the kind words. I have read alot of your stuff here today and your a pretty well spoken lady. Love your stuff and I'll be back. Have a great day and be good... BoomerNovember 16 10:36 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/boomersworld/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/boomersworld/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CornerKevin7&lt;br /&gt;HI, ENJOYED PEEKING AROUND YOUR SPACE. YOU HAVE SOME GREAT PICTURES AND I ENJOYED YOUR BLOGS. HOPE ALL IS WELL IN YOUR WORLD, KEVINNovember 12 6:23 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/KEVINCANNON888/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/KEVINCANNON888/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMSpidey&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, Please send those legal papers a.s.a.p., I will sign and return via next day service, thank you, ha ha ha, send c.o.d. if you must... MikeyNovember 11 11:44 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronKitten2005&lt;br /&gt;Good Evening~ I was just over at IIWK and had to stop by your space. I love your law. Excellently done! Just recently, I have had my parking spot stolen. I was not very happy! *smiles* I have read a few of your blogs. Very interesting! I have extra job duty lists too. It is amazing how quickly the fights stop when those lists come out. And I am in complete agreement about throwing away the job info. LOL. OK, I have not made it that far yet…my oldest is only 15…but I would do the same thing. Someone has to protect them…lol. I can see my son rolling his eyes now. *shrugs* Have a wonderful night~ JillianNovember 08 6:04 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ironkitten2005/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ironkitten2005/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannyed&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! "BOND. MANNY BOND" I LOVE IT! and so does Manny, I'm sure.November 08 3:35 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ManOhManny/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ManOhManny/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;@David I'm laughing at the, "this is chicken, this is chicken". It is a wonder you can still drink Pepsi! I would think you would have developed an adversion to it! I really like Detective/Crime/Who dunnit, type of Novels. Didn't they do a, Spenser TV show? Winter is a great time to get caught up on reading, I'm gonna check him out. Thanks! @MadDad, It's very good! I wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't. I liked it too. Some Art you can appreciate but not like. I think he did a fantastic job, and I like it! The young Man has natural talent, please encourage him! Your Welcome, I love your site, and your sense of humor. Nothing better than good, (and funny) stories. Thank YOU for writing for those of us who read it. @Blax, Better watch out! In snowball fights, all's fair! Be afraid... be very afraid! lmao @drb, Thanks so much for stopping by and signing my Guest book. Please come back any time! @boxers, Hey, either would work.... that way I can make an 'informed' opinion! LOLNovember 07 8:27 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aWhiteCottonBoxers&lt;br /&gt;post em or email em? lol whitecottonboxers@hotmail.comNovember 04 10:35 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drbjaded&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. Just passing through and thought I'd sign your guestbook. Great posts you have. Hope you have a fantastic weekend and be blessed!November 04 2:01 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/drbjaded/)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/drbjaded/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blaxsta&lt;br /&gt;~ A Snowball ~ Let it snow! ~You have just been hit with an snow ball!~ It's the start of...a Snow Ball Fight One rule to this game.... You can NOT hit someone who has already hit you! Now...go out there and get as many people as you can,before they get you! I got you first! and you can't get me back! Nanee - Nanee - Nanee! (he he he) We do not stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing. Never Be The First To Get Old!!! ~Big Hugs~November 04 12:34 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/blackstanet/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/blackstanet/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Suburban Dad&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visting my blog. Yes, my son did the pumpkin. I thought it was pretty good too. But I'm a dad, so that's expected. Glad to hear others affirm what I thought. Thanks again.November 03 12:04 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/worldofbill/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/worldofbill/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DavidShag&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I shd respond to your visits - but thanks for the comments - seems like everybody shares my crayola thing - what IS it about them? Less than 5 yrs after I moved from the $135 place it sold for $100K and was torn down. Man that was a 'lost' year - everybody shd have one - Complete irresponsibilty (but girls were safe there - nothing ever got to really nasty behavior) - well, one roomie shot thru the floor at me once when he had a hangover and I was banging around singing and dancing - these things happen. Our parties got busted EVERY week. Awesome. Robert B Parker writes tough guy detective (but chivalrous with a heart of gold). His detective is Spenser (usually); he also has a female one Sonny somthing who was married to a mobster's son and a middle age alkie who is a chief of police. All are in/near Boston. Spenser's best friend is a totally stone cool black dude with awesome abilities. If that sounds good, you'll like him, if not you probably won't. His girlfriend is a shrink. If you like him there are a lot of his books - don't you love it when you find something good and they've written a zillion books?October 29 7:31 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DavidShag&lt;br /&gt;Worse - a very rich Republican. Made it home for the b'day yes, but that was in 1963 - so the thrill is gone. Sorry you mentioned tasting rabbit, I had blocked that. Actually I ate some during that hitching hegira when I stayed with this somewhat unusual family. They were really into the gourmet experience, and had some, but happily they cooked it with some chicken, and the flavors swapped and chicken won. Even though I never saw a chicken drumstick shaped like that before or since, i kept saying to myself over and over, "This is chicken, this is chicken". You know how it is when you try to eat something without letting it touch your tongue? And follow each swallow with a huge gollop of pepsi or milk or sulphuric acid (the last-named is best; even if the stuff has touched your tongue, you stop caring)? Man I have pepsied my way thru some nasty stuff in my time. It's a wonder I can still drink it...October 29 2:27 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;LOL David, well, I figured since you are alive to tell the tale that things went well. I'm interested to hear about your 16.50. I once spent 2 weeks in Europe with only 150.00 to my name, but, I was on a cruise and didn't have to worry about food. Sorry to hear about your youngest brother, your Mom must be a strong lady. A Republican huh? (Still laughing over that one) Glad you made it home for your Birthday. BIG HUGS, StephOctober 29 1:48 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:abushenob@knology.net" rel="nofollow"&gt;DavidShag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming here to thank you for the tip on pasting in my blog. Today I did that, and now my ones of readers will no longer be disappointed and can find how how my $16.50 lasted. Or not. You know, I guess you are right about a parent's worst nightmare (actually it isn't - my mother wasn't spared the real worst one, either - my youngest brother was killed at age 12 by a drunk driver) but your point is taken that I sure wasn't thinking of her at the time. Poor Mom, maybe it is such trials that have let her reach age 89 without any diminishment of strength and agility. I had seven younger brothers and a sister (but, sadly, she turned Republican), so this was only one of Mom's many nightmarish experiences. She just told my brothers, "Oh, he'll be home for his birthday", and I was: I arrived home on Aug 24 - over 2 months later!October 29 8:24 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/pastdue/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMSpidey&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, thanks again for all of your help you are awesome, also I hope its ok about the pin-ups I'm having a great time with those, if not let me know and I will pull them down, I will list any of them I use as courtesy of kittyscattitude, but I've always loved those old pin-ups and yours are some of the best, again I thank you and your friends for your help, please let them know I am greatful... MikeyOctober 28 12:29 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mikey, I'm still looking for copyright free jesters, it's harder than I thought! Publishing your stuff is a great idea! You always have me laughing, and that's a good thing. lol Hi Reg, Nice to meet you, and I'm enjoying your space. Kay pointed me in your direction, said you make her laugh, that's big points in my book. A custody arrangement huh? I'm sure we can work something out, (wink) lmao I was tired and feeling goofy so it was fun helping you, glad I could. BIG HUGSSS, StephOctober 19 11:17 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:whitecottonboxers@hotmail.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;aWhiteCottonBoxers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted the judge judy blow up doll for the top 10. If i win a mouse pad from the Late Show, we'll have to work out a custody sharing agreement. Maybe a month on , a month off. We'll work it out. I won a tshirt several years ago, but it went missing after about a year....i think i left it at Bart's cabin at Whistler, but i'm not certain. Thanks for stopping by !! see you again soon. ReggieOctober 18 11:40 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/whitecottonboxers/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMSpidey&lt;br /&gt;Kitty/Steph I'm looking for a jester or related, what I had was a jesters head on a jack in the box, it was awesome but it belonged to the man who does all the artwork for "The Fairly Odd Parents" cartoons, so as you can see thats a no no for my needs cause I don't need to be sued, ha ha ha, My Logo or Slogan is "Amateur Poet and Professional Fool" And I also don't want to have spaces.msn.com or google.blogspot.com used so I don't ever have to go through this again should I ever remove my content from either site, I may win the lotto someday and want to start my own website if the censorship gets any worse, but I do enjoy making copy's of both the humor and poetry sites for the people who like my craft, but can't afford a computer, especially the shut-ins in and around my neighborhood, the keep kids off the street programs etc... Which I may have to stop doing anyway due to the rising cost of materials, the Tee-shirt give aways are getting expensive, especially with me out of work and the second refusal of my social security disability claims, but I want to keep making my little magazines as I call them... Thanks For Your Help and/or Concern in Advance... MikeyOctober 16 12:28 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ivegotstuffinmyhead/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hi rms, thanks for stopping by. I'll be sure to check your space out too. Hey Duncan..... turn around, lemme see..... (Pinches, grabs) hmmmmm that ass looks and feels just fine to me! I actually have no idea why it's not loading. Does anything at all come up? btw, Glad you're back.October 15 6:34 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;««ŦħĕˇˇFûŊКмǻ§ŧΞЯ™»»&lt;br /&gt;Hey your home page still wont load Steph? Why? Does it think my ass is too big? Huh? (K)October 15 1:10 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmsabax1&lt;br /&gt;hi there....i was just blog hopping and i came across your site....you've got a nice space...visit mine too some time...October 12 3:57 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/logic1001/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/logic1001/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hey Melissa, If you have to be active duty, I can't think of any place I'd rather do it than Hawaii. I love Hawaii, the people, the place, the food, the culture, everything. Enjoy! @Ebunz, No problem, I enjoyed reading it. I'm looking forward to your 'bugs' blog. lol @Helen, Hi again! I'm glad you are enjoying it. Thanks for stopping by. @Britta, Hi there, I'll check your blog out too. Thanks for visiting and leaving a HI!October 10 1:36 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britta9506&lt;br /&gt;hey love your page so much i hope you can visit mine someday as well. see yalataOctober 10 1:16 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/sarasjs96sweet/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/sarasjs96sweet/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastchancehumm&lt;br /&gt;Well I was making my usual rounds, and came across your site. I am still reading and enjoying myself. HelenOctober 09 12:42 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBunnylicious&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello there! Thanks so much for your comment, I am VERY pleased that you actually took the time to READ the entry instead of posting some stuff about "just passing through." That tends to make me a little sad after I pour so much time into making a blog. hehehe, your cockroach story? YOU'RE NOT ALONE! I had the same thing happen to me once while minding my own business. As you can imagine, it scared me to death. I am looking forward to that blog too, I'm not quite sure how it will whip up, but I'm sure I'll get the eebie jeebies a few times during its creation. ;-) I plan on coming back and reading more on your travels! Thanks again, and hope to see you again soon. eB :)October 06 1:30 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ebunzz/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ebunzz/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Touly, I know they are. I have friends who are Canadian, one is very dear to me. I'd never tell Ziggy, but I do feel bad for him, so much anger and hate. I kind of understand though, been there myself, but I was much younger, and learned the hard way how short life is, and how being angry just isn't worth it. I enjoy your space, even Ziggy. LOL He can think and say what he wants, it's his right, as it is mine. I always respect that. Things would be boring as hell if we all agreed. Sometimes I enjoy playing devils advocate. But I'll deny that later. LOL Again, I enjoy your space. Thanks!October 05 10:26 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TooTooTouly&lt;br /&gt;I apologize on behalf of ZiggyF believe me, Canadians are quite nice!October 05 7:39 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/touly/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/touly/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;°¤°Mî§§¥ß£øñÐê1°¤°™l&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph, Thanks for the comments you left over at my blog! I ended up here in Hawaii in 2000 when Hubby enlisted in the Army and asked to be stationed here. We have managed to get back to back tours here and expect to be here until 2008. Have great day! MelissaOctober 05 4:39 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koelnflocke&lt;br /&gt;so here I am leaving a hello to you. See you around maybeOctober 03 12:26 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/mausefalle/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/mausefalle/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mylongshadow&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comment... It is nice to know that I am not alone ;-) Have a great daySeptember 29 9:07 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bobosaur, Thanks! I went and signed yours too!September 26 10:54 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;HI! and, Thanks, Shadow, if i'm gonna be a diversion, wonderful, is a good one to be! lolSeptember 26 10:52 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mylongshadow&lt;br /&gt;you are a wonderful diversion... have a great day!September 24 5:39 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdndarksaint&lt;br /&gt;happy guestbook signing day!September 22 2:55 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runningtheweasel&lt;br /&gt;Just passing through and thought I'd say "Hi". oooO............. (....)... Oooo... .\..(.....(.....)... ..\_)..... )../.... .......... (_/..... oooO............. (....)... Oooo... .\..(.....(.....)... ..\_)..... )../.... .......... (_/.....September 16 3:52 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/oddsandends/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/oddsandends/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ladybug, Makes you wonder doesn't it? Why would he go to all that trouble, just to up and disappear on her. Doesn't even make sense. Sheesh! We all do learn, sad as it is. It really does make you very cautious and careful. Yeah, I was a huge Kevin Smith fan, I could eat that man up!!!!!!!!!!!! He died in 2002, it was a fall from I guess about 6 stories high. He was in China, I believe learning some stunts for an upcoming movie. If you do a google search with, Kevin Smith Ares dies, you can read more about it. They set up a fund to help his wife and 3 young children. Thanks for stopping by, gonna go check out your space! BIG HUGSSSSSSSS, KittySeptember 12 7:09 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FairyDustnDreamz&lt;br /&gt;I tried to leave a comment under the Sexy men and Women entry but every time I did, I just got a huge blank screen. I used to watch Hercules and Xena ALL the time and how the heck did I miss the fact that Kevin Smith died!? He was the hottest. Loved his character. What the heck happened? Also about the online death...Had a similar experience...not online death but a man had my best friend (and me) convinced that they would end up together forever. Now My friend is the most cautious and not easily fooled. This guy had daily phone conversations with her, sent presents to her and her daughter and also went out of his way to charm and assure her best friend (me) that he was on the level. My friend and her daughter even had their passports to go visit him (he lived in England) Then he just dropped off the face of the earth. Never heard from again. It was very weird and disconcerting to think that we had both been so completely taken in. We all learn though. It will never happen again.September 12 4:51 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/ladybugjc/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/ladybugjc/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;««ŦħĕˇˇFûŊКмǻ§ŧΞЯ™»»&lt;br /&gt;Hiya..I didn't end up killing myself..well I did...but as I was on my way up to heaven...God rang me on my mobile and told me to get my ass back in my body...what he told me was the world couldn't do without me...cos its running low on idiopts!!!!!!! And idiots :O:O:O:O Typos eh...and thats before my vodka :P:P lmao... and I erased the nipples cos MSN have a habit of deleting me cos of my filth...and my filthy mind!!!!! Ok Steph... fatkiddunk@hotmail.com if you wanna add me baby. (K)(K) Dunk (K)September 11 11:59 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;««ŦħĕˇˇFûŊКмǻ§ŧΞЯ™»»&lt;br /&gt;Hi...tried to leave a comment on that blog about FAKE DEATHS!!! but it disappeared everytime I tried to open them :O:O What freaks there are on here eh? How said are SOME people..I mean I can totally understand the issue of wanting to feel "wanted" and loved by others but to lie about stuff like that cos you get scared is just ridiculous!!!! I'm all for a bit of flirting and I am actually really close to someone on here but we both know where each other stand. PS...by the way I died last night..so i might not be around for a bit. :O:O lol Dunk (K)September 11 8:52 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/thefunkmastermk3/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdndarksaint&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kind comments... hope you are well !September 03 8:32 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MamasBooties18&lt;br /&gt;From just what I have read so far I am LMAO. I will reply to your comments later I need your email so please click on the link from my page so I can reply later, I don't want to put it in blog land.August 30 9:12 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/mamasbooties1/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/mamasbooties1/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ben, thanks for stopping by! You're question was just too good to pass up! lolAugust 29 9:57 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;₣ree_₣alling&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph... Thanks for stopping by my site and leaving a comment... even if it was in a blog entry from months ago :P Quite alright, at least you left a comment ;)August 29 3:44 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/wholenewworld/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/wholenewworld/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hi to you All! Hi Gordon! I imagine since you were girl crazy that having you at a residential school was kinda like a Fox in a Hen House! lol Please take care, i'm praying for you and everyone else. I have heard that it was downgraded (the hurricane) so, i'm hoping it won't be too bad, but, I am worried about you and yours. Please let me know when things are ok. BIG HUGSSSSSSSS, Steph (Kitty)August 29 8:24 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wolfs_native_princess&lt;br /&gt;Just giving my hello....have a great day! Love &amp;amp; Blessings, MarthaAugust 28 7:18 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/marthashappyplace/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/marthashappyplace/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:gdunn29@hotmail.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;Gordon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steph, Love your blog site. I always enjoyed going back to school to see my friends and teachers. I attended a residential school so I lived on campus. So, my friends were more like family. In Mobile the kids doen't have to worry about showing off new school cloths because all the kids wear uniforms. Each school has it's own colors. GordonAugust 28 2:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;lottie-mae1949 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello-- Nice site. Have a good rest of Tuesday. lottiemaeAugust 23 3:13 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Click to view next 20 comments" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!1pMVZ9jzEm6bpeO4N0J_vYBw!144.entry#" s_oidt="0" s_oid="#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-2613583975863522503?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2613583975863522503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=2613583975863522503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/2613583975863522503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/2613583975863522503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/entries-from-my-guest-book-in-msn.html' title='Entries from my Guest Book in MSN Spaces Live. Started Aug. 18, 2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-4914518484203278147</id><published>2007-08-10T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:58:19.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Crap, those who crave attention. Published, Aug 16,2005</title><content type='html'>I got my first computer in 1999. I was so excited, now I could do my taxes online, send emails, and surf the net at my leisure. I had no idea how addicting and fun it could be. Summer of 2000, I was bored one night and looking for games to play online. I came across Pogo (&lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com/"&gt;www.pogo.com&lt;/a&gt;) it's a game site, you can play and chat with other people. I loved it! Over the years I've met online and in real life some very good people, but, I've come across some really sad and sick ones too. Here are a few stories, and like dragnet, the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1, Those that crave attention...&lt;br /&gt;"Sandy"from the UK, was a woman that frequented a certain room that I spent a lot of time in too. She was online friends with many of the regulars. Her story starts. We were all pet lovers, she said she had all kinds of pets, ferrets, chinchillas, cats, dogs, birds etc. Then she told us she was pregnant... then she was pregnant with twins! For awhile it was all she would talk about. Well she came online one day and told us that she had been in an accident and lost the twins. She was online everyday accepting the sympathy and well wishes of those in the room. (That should have said something to us there) Not too long after that, she started telling us her husband was abusing her. Again, these caring people worried and counseled her. She finally said she was going to make her husband leave and get a divorce. She said he left, but kept coming back and beating on her, and once brought his Mother who pushed Sandy down the stairs and broke her arm. Not long after that, she told us she had a new man in her life. We got to 'talk' to him through her account and the one he made for himself. She was in love! But, again, tragedy strikes.... something was wrong, she was bleeding internally or something like that, and was going to have surgery. I missed the next part, but was filled in, she had come online after 'surgery' and said that she had died on the table, been gone for like 5 minutes and come back to life. She was then released from the hospital like a day later. lol One night soon after that I was talking to her online. She was telling me that something was wrong, she was bleeding to death. On the off chance she was telling me the truth, I kept telling her to call for help, she wouldn't, but stayed online and would tell me every few minutes how she was bleeding and getting colder, that she was going to die.  At the very last minute, her 'boyfriend' came to her house, he 'spoke' to me and asked what was going on. I told him to take her to the hospital. He supposedly did and saved her life. I think that was one of the final straws. We had people in our room that were medical professionals, and started to question her. When the shit finally settled, here is what we knew... she had never been pregnant, big doubts on even having a husband, let alone an abusive one, no new man in her life, it was her (accounts are easy to make) and the surgery had been a big story too. Why? Because the people in the room were kind and caring, taking her at her word. I did too. Some people crave attention so much, they are willing to trade on the goodness/kindness of others. Because we no longer believed her, and she couldn't get the strokes and attention she needed, she left that room, changed her player name and moved on to another.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-4914518484203278147?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4914518484203278147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=4914518484203278147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4914518484203278147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4914518484203278147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/online-crap-those-who-crave-attention.html' title='Online Crap, those who crave attention. Published, Aug 16,2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-7040420425089991983</id><published>2007-08-10T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:55:51.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm good question. Published Aug 13, 2005</title><content type='html'>If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales?&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice-For-Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: You question has been featured on my blog. Enjoy!August 15 7:46 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!136');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!131#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice-For-Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Anyone who asks a question and is featured gets their blog on my site (Hint!)August 15 3:18 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!133');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!131#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;LMAO Thanks, Oh Twisted One! Luv you too! lolAugust 14 8:41 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!132');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!131#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted_503&lt;br /&gt;You're insane! but that's what makes you so durn lovable!August 13 9:01 PM&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/ArtisticStylingsofTwistedSerenity/welcome.msnw" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://groups.msn.com/ArtisticStylingsofTwistedSerenity/welcome.msnw)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-7040420425089991983?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7040420425089991983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=7040420425089991983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7040420425089991983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7040420425089991983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmm-good-question-published-aug-13.html' title='Hmmm good question. Published Aug 13, 2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-3940677043173005096</id><published>2007-08-10T18:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:11:29.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite email/jokes. Published Aug 9, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to visit Australia one of these days. They seem to have a great sense of humor! Two of my favorite emails come from Australia.... Here's the first one... (My friends tell me i'm a smartass, lol I salute you Australia!)&lt;br /&gt;Australian Tourism&lt;br /&gt;The questions below about Australia are from potential visitors. They were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney-- can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles--take lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is it safe to run around in the buses in Australia? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: So, it's true what they say about Swedes...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Caims, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: What did your last slave die of?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not--Oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boy's Choir schedule?(USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is..... Oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: You are a British politician, right?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.&lt;br /&gt;[FYI, something like nine of the world's eleven most venomous varieties of snakes are in Australia...]&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of Gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: No. WE don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have developed a new product that is a fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female populations is smaller than the male population (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R&amp;R, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross.. Can you help? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's number 2.....&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Pilots Gripe Sheet&lt;br /&gt; After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humour. Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints and problems as submitted by Qantas&lt;br /&gt;pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers.&lt;br /&gt;(P = The problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br /&gt;(S = The solution and action taken by the engineers.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what they're there for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget&lt;br /&gt;pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And on last one from the USA. I get motion sick really easy, so, this man not only got my laughs, but my sympathy as well! I already knew that about bananas! lol Enjoy! Steph&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Subject: Ride in a Jet Below is an article written by Rick Reilly for Sports Illustrated. He details his experiences when given the opportunity to fly in a F-14 Tomcat .... very amusing. Now this message for America's most famous athletes: Someday you may be invited to fly in the back-seat of one of your country's most powerful  fighter jets. Many of you already have *********John Elway, John Stockton, Tiger Woods to name a few. If you get this opportunity, let me urge you, with the greatest sincerity ..... Move to Guam. Change your name. Fake your  own death. Whatever you do, do not go. I know. The U.S. Navy invited me to try it. I was thrilled. I was pumped.  I was toast! I should've known when they told me my pilot would be Chip (Biff) King of  Fighter Squadron 213 at Naval Air Station Oceana in Virginia Beach. Whatever you're thinking a Top Gun named Chip (Biff) King looks like, triple it. He's about six-foot, tan, ice-blue eyes, wavy surfer hair, finger-crippling handshake. The kind of man who wrestles dyspeptic alligators in his leisure time. If you see this man, run the other way... fast. Biff King was born to fly. His father, Jack King, was for years the voice of NASA missions. ("T-minus 15 seconds and counting...." Remember?) Chip would charge neighborhood kids a quarter each to hear his dad count down for them. Jack would wake up from naps surrounded by nine-year-olds waiting for him to say, "We have a liftoff." Biff was to fly me in an F-14D Tomcat, a ridiculously powerful $60 million weapon with as much thrust as weight. I was worried about getting airsick, so the night before the flight I asked Biff if there was something  I should eat the next morning. "Bananas," he said. "For the potassium?" ! I asked. "No," Biff said, "because they taste about the same coming up as they do going down." The next morning, out on the tarmac, I had on my flight suit with my name sewn over the left breast. (No call sign-like Crash or Sticky or Leadfoot but, still, very cool.) I carried my helmet in the crook of my arm, as Biff had instructed. A fighter pilot named Psycho gave me a safety briefing and then fastened me into my ejection seat, which, when employed, would "egress" me out of the plane at such a velocity that I would be immediately knocked unconscious. Just as I was thinking about aborting the flight, the canopy closed over me, and Biff gave the ground crew a thumbs-up. In minutes we were firing nose up at 600 mph. We leveled out and then canopy-rolled over another F-14. Those 20 minutes were the rush of my life. Unfortunately, the ride lasted 80. It was like being on the roller coaster at Six Flags Over Hell. Only without rails. We did barrel rolls, sap rolls, loops, yanks and banks. We dived, rose and dived again, sometimes with a vertical velocity of 10,000 feet per minute. We chased another F-14, and it chased us. We broke the speed of sound. Sea was sky and sky was sea. Flying at 200 feet we did 90-degree turns at 550 mph, creating a G force of 6.5, which is to say I felt as if 6.5 times my body weight was smashing against me. And I egressed the bananas. I egressed the pizza from the night before. And the lunch before that. I egressed a box of Milk Duds from the sixth grade. I made Linda Blair look polite. Because of the G's, I was egressing stuff that did not even want to be egressed. I went through not one airsick bag, but two. Biff said I passed out. Twice. I was coated in sweat. At one point, as we were coming in upside down in a banked curve on a mock bombing target and the G's were flattening me like a tortilla and I was in and out of consciousness, I realized I was the first person in history to throw down. I used to know cool. Cool was Elway throwing a touchdown pass, or Norman making a five-iron bite. But now I really know cool. Cool is guys like Biff, men with cast-iron stomachs and Freon nerves. I wouldn't go up there again for Derek Jeter's black book, but I'm glad Biff does every day, and for less money per year than a rookie reliever makes in a home stand. A week later, when the spins finally stopped, Biff called. He said he and the fighters had the perfect call sign for me. Said he'd send it on a patch for my flight suit. What is it? I asked. "Two Bagger." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;LOL Helen, good!! I'm glad you enjoyed it. BIG HUGSSSOctober 10 1:37 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!363');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastchancehumm&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you have me rolling over here, and today is a good day for it...HelenOctober 09 12:44 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!141');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moloney56&lt;br /&gt;haha... I'm from Australia and it's great - the country and the humour above, of course. Mind if I pinch it and put it in my blog? Cheers, JosephAugust 18 2:44 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/josephmoloney/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/josephmoloney/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!134');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice-For-Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Just stopping by to say hi!August 14 3:38 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-3940677043173005096?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3940677043173005096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=3940677043173005096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3940677043173005096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/3940677043173005096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-of-my-favorite-emailjokes_10.html' title='Some of my favorite email/jokes. Published Aug 9, 2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-8068735316369256514</id><published>2007-08-10T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:51:42.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite email/jokes. Published Aug 9, 2005</title><content type='html'>I have to visit Australia one of these days. They seem to have a great sense of humor! Two of my favorite emails come from Australia.... Here's the first one... (My friends tell me i'm a smartass, lol I salute you Australia!)&lt;br /&gt;Australian Tourism&lt;br /&gt;The questions below about Australia are from potential visitors. They were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney-- can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles--take lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is it safe to run around in the buses in Australia? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: So, it's true what they say about Swedes...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Caims, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: What did your last slave die of?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not--Oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boy's Choir schedule?(USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is..... Oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: You are a British politician, right?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.&lt;br /&gt;[FYI, something like nine of the world's eleven most venomous varieties of snakes are in Australia...]&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of Gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: No. WE don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have developed a new product that is a fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female populations is smaller than the male population (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R&amp;R, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross.. Can you help? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's number 2.....&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Pilots Gripe Sheet&lt;br /&gt; After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humour. Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints and problems as submitted by Qantas&lt;br /&gt;pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers.&lt;br /&gt;(P = The problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br /&gt;(S = The solution and action taken by the engineers.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what they're there for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget&lt;br /&gt;pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And on last one from the USA. I get motion sick really easy, so, this man not only got my laughs, but my sympathy as well! I already knew that about bananas! lol Enjoy! Steph&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Subject: Ride in a Jet Below is an article written by Rick Reilly for Sports Illustrated. He details his experiences when given the opportunity to fly in a F-14 Tomcat .... very amusing. Now this message for America's most famous athletes: Someday you may be invited to fly in the back-seat of one of your country's most powerful  fighter jets. Many of you already have *********John Elway, John Stockton, Tiger Woods to name a few. If you get this opportunity, let me urge you, with the greatest sincerity ..... Move to Guam. Change your name. Fake your  own death. Whatever you do, do not go. I know. The U.S. Navy invited me to try it. I was thrilled. I was pumped.  I was toast! I should've known when they told me my pilot would be Chip (Biff) King of  Fighter Squadron 213 at Naval Air Station Oceana in Virginia Beach. Whatever you're thinking a Top Gun named Chip (Biff) King looks like, triple it. He's about six-foot, tan, ice-blue eyes, wavy surfer hair, finger-crippling handshake. The kind of man who wrestles dyspeptic alligators in his leisure time. If you see this man, run the other way... fast. Biff King was born to fly. His father, Jack King, was for years the voice of NASA missions. ("T-minus 15 seconds and counting...." Remember?) Chip would charge neighborhood kids a quarter each to hear his dad count down for them. Jack would wake up from naps surrounded by nine-year-olds waiting for him to say, "We have a liftoff." Biff was to fly me in an F-14D Tomcat, a ridiculously powerful $60 million weapon with as much thrust as weight. I was worried about getting airsick, so the night before the flight I asked Biff if there was something  I should eat the next morning. "Bananas," he said. "For the potassium?" ! I asked. "No," Biff said, "because they taste about the same coming up as they do going down." The next morning, out on the tarmac, I had on my flight suit with my name sewn over the left breast. (No call sign-like Crash or Sticky or Leadfoot but, still, very cool.) I carried my helmet in the crook of my arm, as Biff had instructed. A fighter pilot named Psycho gave me a safety briefing and then fastened me into my ejection seat, which, when employed, would "egress" me out of the plane at such a velocity that I would be immediately knocked unconscious. Just as I was thinking about aborting the flight, the canopy closed over me, and Biff gave the ground crew a thumbs-up. In minutes we were firing nose up at 600 mph. We leveled out and then canopy-rolled over another F-14. Those 20 minutes were the rush of my life. Unfortunately, the ride lasted 80. It was like being on the roller coaster at Six Flags Over Hell. Only without rails. We did barrel rolls, sap rolls, loops, yanks and banks. We dived, rose and dived again, sometimes with a vertical velocity of 10,000 feet per minute. We chased another F-14, and it chased us. We broke the speed of sound. Sea was sky and sky was sea. Flying at 200 feet we did 90-degree turns at 550 mph, creating a G force of 6.5, which is to say I felt as if 6.5 times my body weight was smashing against me. And I egressed the bananas. I egressed the pizza from the night before. And the lunch before that. I egressed a box of Milk Duds from the sixth grade. I made Linda Blair look polite. Because of the G's, I was egressing stuff that did not even want to be egressed. I went through not one airsick bag, but two. Biff said I passed out. Twice. I was coated in sweat. At one point, as we were coming in upside down in a banked curve on a mock bombing target and the G's were flattening me like a tortilla and I was in and out of consciousness, I realized I was the first person in history to throw down. I used to know cool. Cool was Elway throwing a touchdown pass, or Norman making a five-iron bite. But now I really know cool. Cool is guys like Biff, men with cast-iron stomachs and Freon nerves. I wouldn't go up there again for Derek Jeter's black book, but I'm glad Biff does every day, and for less money per year than a rookie reliever makes in a home stand. A week later, when the spins finally stopped, Biff called. He said he and the fighters had the perfect call sign for me. Said he'd send it on a patch for my flight suit. What is it? I asked. "Two Bagger."&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;LOL Helen, good!! I'm glad you enjoyed it. BIG HUGSSSOctober 10 1:37 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!363');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastchancehumm&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you have me rolling over here, and today is a good day for it...HelenOctober 09 12:44 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/helenpuchanangeleyes/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!141');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moloney56&lt;br /&gt;haha... I'm from Australia and it's great - the country and the humour above, of course. Mind if I pinch it and put it in my blog? Cheers, JosephAugust 18 2:44 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/josephmoloney/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/josephmoloney/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!134');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!130#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice-For-Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Just stopping by to say hi!August 14 3:38 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/AdviceForDummies/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-8068735316369256514?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8068735316369256514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=8068735316369256514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/8068735316369256514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/8068735316369256514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-of-my-favorite-emailjokes.html' title='Some of my favorite email/jokes. Published Aug 9, 2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-619514534336992463</id><published>2007-08-10T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:47:52.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of my travels, published Aug 9, 2005, in MSN Spaces Live</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed to have traveled, almost everywhere I've ever wanted to. I'll get to the Orient, one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Europe when I was 21. It was something I'd always dreamed about. What made it even more special, I flew first class. I'd never been on a flight that long, and had no idea that I was gonna get so sick, and my feet were gonna swell up like balloons! The flight was great, the food even better. I gotta say I was kinda nervous going up into the lounge and seeing the pilot taking a nap. lol We landed at Gatwick, and took a bus to Heathrow. The drive was gorgeous. It was the end of May and everything was lush green. So beautiful and soothing. I was with a group and we had the whole day in London because of a mix up. I took the 'tube' and spent most of my day in Harrods, which was like a shoppers Disneyland! I walked my butt off, and saw as much as I possibly could, and still make it back for the night flight they had us on to Lyon, France.&lt;br /&gt; I was really sick the whole flight, spent time in the bathroom... LOTS of time in the bathroom. When it came time to get ready to land. I went and tried to sit down, buckle up etc. but I was gonna be sick again. We weren't actually landing, so, I got up and ran to the bathroom (again) thing is this one flight attendant who had been a pain most of the flight, not just to me but to our group.... OK, OK, so we were a fun loving bunch. lol Well she blocked the bathroom door. I told her, I'm gonna be sick!! (as I reached for the door handle) She wouldn't let me open the door. I said again, I'm gonna be sick! I got the handle and started to open it, and she moved in front of me to block my entrance..... and well, I threw up on her. It wasn't planned, but hell! I apologize to Air France for the mess, but not to her! She moved and let me continue being sick without any more of her 'lovely' company. I didn't see her as we disembarked, nor was I really looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus from Lyon to Nice, but it was night and I can't say I saw much. In Nice we were going aboard a ship, a cruise from Nice to the Algarve and Lisbon in Portugal, then up past the Rock of Gibraltar and into the English Channel. I spent our day in Nice, mostly enjoying the hotel bed! Oh, and the novelty of having a bidet. lol &lt;br /&gt; I found out that I had left my camera back home. I had a suitcase full of film and no camera. Since money was so tight I couldn't really buy one either. I had come on a two week vacation, knowing that since the majority of it was on board a cruise ship that I would have all my meals taken care of. For the whole two weeks I had 150.00 dollars. So, since I knew I wouldn't have any pictures to remind me of this trip. I started collecting other momentous, menus, schedules, postcards, business cards of 'kind' gentlemen. lol&lt;br /&gt;The ship was huge, from the P&amp;O line. I had a room to myself, and a little balcony. I was on B deck, A, being the top one. The crew, my stewards, and waiters, were so wonderful! The food was great the whole time. Our group had a brunch with the Captain one day, and at that I found a little bit of heaven on earth, in food form... Curry! lol&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop in Portugal was the Algarve region. I took a small boat ride to land, and a bus up to a little village. I can't even remember the name of the village. It was really small, and I spent the day walking around, buying a few souvenirs. I picked up an admirer along the way. A young man that decided he was in love with me. lol At least that's what he kept saying, (was probably the only English he knew) so, at least I wasn't alone for the whole afternoon. lol When it came time to hop a bus to get back down to the docks, I gently scraped him off my leg and told him I'd had a fun afternoon, and for him to go home! I calmly got on the bus, went and sat down, only to look around and notice, that I didn't see a familiar face and I was on the wrong damn bus! So, I got off (he was still there) and found the right one, and told him good bye again. lol So much for my dignified exit.&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Lisbon. Another young lady was interested in an organized tour that morning, so I went with her. We hit all the major spots of interest. The carriage museum, the cathedral where Vasco da Gama is buried, the Port wine institute, a beautiful indoor garden, tons of statues, the tribute to all the explorers that came out of Portugal, etc. We had the rest of the day to ourselves. Let me say, I'm half Portuguese, and it was a fun experience seeing people who reminded me of my Dad's side of the family. I was wearing a spaghetti strap sun dress, and quickly found that was not considered modest. I crossed the street behind a huge military truck filled with soldiers, and for a second there I thought I was gonna be pulled in! The comments and behavior were unexpected, my Dads family are very reserved, and proper. Now if it had been in Italy, (my Mom's side) I would have expected it! lol First thing I did was find a nice little shop and buy a sweater to wear. The day went smoothly after that... well kind of. We got lost! I've never been lost any place I've traveled, but in the maze of winding streets, we got lost! We walked for what seemed hours, I remember hearing an Opera singer practicing, Piano music, sounds of their everyday lives. We finally found a small store that specialized in tiles and some one who spoke a little bit of English. The young lady that was with me had had enough. Her feet were killing her and we split up. She went back to the ship and I decided I must have a masochistic streak, and I continued exploring. As it was I barely made it back on board, but have a few lovely momentous and memories that were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of Gibraltar was awesome. I was puking over the rail as we cruised by. Did I mention, I found out I'm not a good sailor? The night we went thru the English Channel it was really rough, I spent the night in the bathroom, and was soooo happy when we docked!&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us took a taxi to our hotel, we had tickets to see a play that night, but one of the group leaders got us together, if a few of us wanted to fly home that night, we could, and fly first class. The rest were leaving the next day, coach, but the flight had been overbooked. I volunteered, I'm no dummy!&lt;br /&gt;I flew from Heathrow to Seattle. I remember flying over Greenland, but slept most of the way. I made it home with 9.00 dollars and change in my pocket, pretty darn good! The one thing I did lose, my red lace bra. It disappeared my last day on board ship.....i'm hoping that whichever steward took it, that he kept it as a memento and not because he enjoys wearing it! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle:&lt;br /&gt;I love spending a weekend in Seattle. Pikes place market, the small restaurants that have wonderful food, the abundance of talented artists, Chinatown, being on the water, the ferry's, the guy that would be on my way to breakfast every Sunday morning, forgetting that he had told me his Vietnam story a week ago, just the whole atmosphere. I love exploring a city. One weekend I was staying at the Westin, and was in the elevator going up to my room. It stopped to let some one on. The doors opened and about 5 or more huge black men got on. They were big and really tall! I made some stupid chit chat, I was amazed at their size! lol I'm not a huge sports fan, so I had no idea, but they were the basketball team from Houston, the Rockets. My husband about had a fit when he found out I had met them, and not asked for autographs. Oh well, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-619514534336992463?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/619514534336992463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=619514534336992463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/619514534336992463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/619514534336992463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/stories-of-my-travels-published-aug-9.html' title='Stories of my travels, published Aug 9, 2005, in MSN Spaces Live'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-8894260452657163182</id><published>2007-08-10T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:42:01.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post at MSN Spaces Live, July 21, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Stephanie,&lt;br /&gt;I love, cats, bonsai, roses, gardening, reading, painting, antiques, graphics, my friends, family, traveling, etc etc. I really appreciate intelligent, funny, honest people.&lt;br /&gt;I live in a desert area. Summer's are really hot, in fact today we are 102/3, depending on which news guy you believe. Anyone have a spare air conditioner they want to donate? LOL I'm glad I don't live in Arizona, or near Death Valley. How do you people cope? I'd never leave the house. I'd become a total shut in during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;OK, i'm waiting! lolOctober 01 9:13 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!313');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!110#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mylongshadow&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, I am still thinking about your question... and I will answer... with you in mind ;-) (((hugs)))September 29 7:50 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/sername/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!307');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!110#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittycatlane&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bobosaur! I'm doing well, and thanks! I enjoy yours too!September 27 11:06 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/kittyscattitude/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!306');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!110#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdndarksaint&lt;br /&gt;hi! hope you're well! love your blog :pSeptember 27 12:26 AM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/unklebobosaurusrevised/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="DeleteBlogItem(1, 'cns!503F8804E657B9E0!113');return false;" href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c01_BlogPart=blogentry&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;amp;handle=cns!503F8804E657B9E0!110#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowhunterwt011&lt;br /&gt;Well to let you know that monsoon season has started in Phoenix, Az., even tho the temp it hot and in the 110 range it not really that bad when you get used to it LOL. Type at you later Bye!!!July 21 8:07 PM&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/joesroadlife/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;(http://spaces.msn.com/members/joesroadlife/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-8894260452657163182?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8894260452657163182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=8894260452657163182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/8894260452657163182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/8894260452657163182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-very-first-post-at-msn-spaces-live.html' title='My very first post at MSN Spaces Live, July 21, 2005'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-7502146164477757902</id><published>2007-05-27T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:31:22.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(belated) Saturday Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RlokP-jwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H3-xNWY24FE/s1600-h/viggo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404187468532130" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RlokP-jwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H3-xNWY24FE/s200/viggo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viggo for Laurie...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RlokP-jwibI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WXc9AxVTYUI/s1600-h/viggo_mortensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404187468532146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RlokP-jwibI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WXc9AxVTYUI/s200/viggo_mortensen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Reeves, a legend in bodybuilding, once the highest paid actor in Italy. He was born in Montana but grew up in California.&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqL7mapgOZ9wLzLVq5UVc0mKazYyHPGG-4XDNQCDYs8nHE7gNl3N1SdY"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqL7mapgOZ9wLzLVq5UVc0mKazYyHPGG-4XDNQCDYs8nHE7gNl3N1SdY" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yul Brynner, Charleton Heston, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Derek, Steve Reeves again, John Derek, again, Jeff Chandler, a movie star, but, did you know, (trivia time) that he was the inspiration for Race Bannon of "Johnny Quest"?, Cary Grant, Errol Flynn, Jeff Chandler again, Errol Flynn, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqKfM1dAAIBR3s0INl5IhjOWu533tMZ3nZ1VcEsY-C7UHH5Pj2D96Qys"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqKfM1dAAIBR3s0INl5IhjOWu533tMZ3nZ1VcEsY-C7UHH5Pj2D96Qys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqI-wD_YVrriPgN4KSHxNRdPkNio6kbvOAjP2ioWZ7Dhkc2GGj3mQL0w"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqI-wD_YVrriPgN4KSHxNRdPkNio6kbvOAjP2ioWZ7Dhkc2GGj3mQL0w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqIKFERpsfn9H37OCmuqzOTIfvOJQUNK8V_Us6ry0UGiMDKYAXbFbp4l"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqIKFERpsfn9H37OCmuqzOTIfvOJQUNK8V_Us6ry0UGiMDKYAXbFbp4l" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqK5kPdhk9boUD238GYEjB-kGlqScGZxnfpCbJoiWUsLwlYj5iPp7whl"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqK5kPdhk9boUD238GYEjB-kGlqScGZxnfpCbJoiWUsLwlYj5iPp7whl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJ5oVBiJwlIe-dlfWuhnshte3BIvMZpujxUpkY9J-Chv15t2gusHcbk"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJ5oVBiJwlIe-dlfWuhnshte3BIvMZpujxUpkY9J-Chv15t2gusHcbk" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqL-_1Of3MmTvm9IxBiFti3SdLfLL0iUuZ-VJsbdOwjgcqA3zuTH-Hz1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqL-_1Of3MmTvm9IxBiFti3SdLfLL0iUuZ-VJsbdOwjgcqA3zuTH-Hz1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqKxmGs9vuqvWFhojCQ_JoRpcCIg-4RLBxsyXIS-1uKaO_oWVa_hn2dX"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqKxmGs9vuqvWFhojCQ_JoRpcCIg-4RLBxsyXIS-1uKaO_oWVa_hn2dX" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqI7f-JTiLMLYNDMqJ5xi18tNWZ-AT9XK3WBQid7usicJMF7FYZ3MkiA"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqI7f-JTiLMLYNDMqJ5xi18tNWZ-AT9XK3WBQid7usicJMF7FYZ3MkiA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJ3FIq5Cv3TLT0ks1CVQvpyvWEwIsZH3ZFVfqlJ_c9Y8YCZbvgvwlFQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJ3FIq5Cv3TLT0ks1CVQvpyvWEwIsZH3ZFVfqlJ_c9Y8YCZbvgvwlFQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJPxVWA6Pybfz5-9XkBcLw1WDoP8zLvKZZd5Xt2CY4Ry_IimkOIykbt"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p4U6UcGqPwqJPxVWA6Pybfz5-9XkBcLw1WDoP8zLvKZZd5Xt2CY4Ry_IimkOIykbt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved movies. Especially old ones, so this "Eye Candy" tribute is to all the Men who made my heart flutter as I was growing up. Some were long dead, but it didn't matter. That's the magic of movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-7502146164477757902?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7502146164477757902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=7502146164477757902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7502146164477757902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7502146164477757902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/05/belated-saturday-eye-candy.html' title='(belated) Saturday Eye Candy'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RlokP-jwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H3-xNWY24FE/s72-c/viggo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-7644749972584390700</id><published>2007-05-05T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:51:41.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy Saturday, part Deux</title><content type='html'>Tom Welling, Karl Yune, Ryan Reynolds, Tom Welling, Rick Yune (Karl's brother) YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Owen Wilson, Daniel Craig, Jason Statham, Dean Cain, Jason Statham, again. 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Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RjN7O21miyI/AAAAAAAAADs/pfcoqC1Eqmw/s1600-h/dwayne_johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058522301635922722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RjN7O21miyI/AAAAAAAAADs/pfcoqC1Eqmw/s200/dwayne_johnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of, what I consider, the most beautiful Men on Earth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne Johnson, aka "The Rock" , Adrian Paul, Bruno Santos, Unknown (to me) Model, Pierce Brosnan, Karl Urban, and (the late) Kevin Smith ... Enjoy! I know I will. 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Enjoy!'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RjN7O21miyI/AAAAAAAAADs/pfcoqC1Eqmw/s72-c/dwayne_johnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-5942493465659925945</id><published>2007-03-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:02:29.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Musical... or something!</title><content type='html'>When she came home, I asked my youngest daughter how she liked the movie.&lt;br /&gt;She said it was terrible, and one of the stupidest movies she'd ever seen. I asked why was it so bad?&lt;br /&gt;The reply, "They sang everything, even when they should have been talking.... it was like a MUSICAL or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm that's because it IS a musical....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol Sorry "Dream Girls" the pre-teen set just doesn't seem to appreciate ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-5942493465659925945?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5942493465659925945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=5942493465659925945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5942493465659925945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5942493465659925945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-musical-or-something.html' title='Like a Musical... or something!'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-1254085999712360768</id><published>2007-01-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:17:26.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise,... Sunset, and buy stock in Kleenex</title><content type='html'>This is for anyone who has children, grown or not, who has to deal with not having them live with or near you.&lt;br /&gt;My question... how do you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;My youngest son is moving to another state, and I'm having a terrible time with it. I'm close to my children, especially my boys, because when they were little it was just us 3 doing everything together. Hubby was too busy at work. In fact he would tell us that work came before we did.&lt;br /&gt;So, I made sure we did fun things together, went places, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's moving, and it's far away. I miss him already. I guess I just need time to mourn his passing into adulthood, but damn, I wish he was passing into it closer to where we live.&lt;br /&gt;Any advice? BIG HUGS, and pass me a box of tissues, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-1254085999712360768?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1254085999712360768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=1254085999712360768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/1254085999712360768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/1254085999712360768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/01/how.html' title='Sunrise,... Sunset, and buy stock in Kleenex'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-6555453025360166098</id><published>2007-01-05T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:55:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Do you make resolutions? I don't. I see too many that never get fulfilled. It is a nice way to remind you about all the things you should be doing, but aren't. Who knows, maybe my resolution will to one day make a resolution. lol&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, last year, 2006, was a good year for me, for my kids. We had a few very scary times, but, on the whole it was good.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Southern California, Disneyland, Knotts, Seal Beach, etc. All of my children were with me except my oldest. I'm hoping that he gets to come next time. (We go every 2 years)&lt;br /&gt;We had Wes, one of my younger son's best friends, with us, and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I got to show my girls a little bit of San Fransisco, (China Town), I wish we had more time while there. Maybe this spring.&lt;br /&gt;After almost 20 years, I got to visit my beloved Hawaii. It was just the island of Oahu, (my favorite is Kauai), but I had a wonderful time! The beauty, and people feed my soul. I'm not going to wait that long to go back.&lt;br /&gt;I had a little Grandson born way too early, but, as of now is up to 3 &amp; 1/2 lbs, learning to nurse, and growing strong with each passing day.  I have had many wonderful people praying for him,  sending good thoughts and love. I'm so thankful for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, last year was good, so I have great expectations for this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;2007 will be even better! BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-6555453025360166098?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6555453025360166098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=6555453025360166098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/6555453025360166098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/6555453025360166098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-4583763341583711998</id><published>2006-12-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:36:42.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to you All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my present... I ask that any drunken/debauchery/office sex/groping/possible blackmail behavior/ANYTHING that you do that's embarassing, be caught on camera and or video taped and passed along for me to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Tis better to give than recieve... so GIVE! LOL&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-4583763341583711998?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4583763341583711998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=4583763341583711998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4583763341583711998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4583763341583711998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-7295142455810693016</id><published>2006-12-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:36:04.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RXMnGMuE6UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1Emsy9SGs_0/s1600-h/Dear+Santa,+Male+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004386598385936706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RXMnGMuE6UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1Emsy9SGs_0/s320/Dear+Santa,+Male+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RXJs7suE6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LZDrHtPH7EE/s1600-h/Dear+Santa,+Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004181908834543858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RXJs7suE6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LZDrHtPH7EE/s320/Dear+Santa,+Legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-7295142455810693016?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7295142455810693016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=7295142455810693016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7295142455810693016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/7295142455810693016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guCzFc7_-lQ/RXMnGMuE6UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1Emsy9SGs_0/s72-c/Dear+Santa,+Male+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-5586569552606880955</id><published>2006-11-21T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:59:02.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii, Oahu, November 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1725/3133/1600/928238/Image21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1725/3133/320/157950/Image21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1725/3133/1600/360318/Hawaii06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1725/3133/320/603261/Hawaii06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Hawaii, the beauty of the islands and the people who have always treated me with warmth and kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time but, that's where I went on vacation. The island of Oahu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting my pictures at my other blog.&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Ktty's Cattitude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-5586569552606880955?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5586569552606880955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=5586569552606880955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5586569552606880955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/5586569552606880955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/11/hawaii-oahu-november-2006.html' title='Hawaii, Oahu, November 2006'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-2377807156697462164</id><published>2006-11-02T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:16:26.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL for awhile</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm gonna be taking some time off of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;For the reason, you can read it on my other blog. I don't have enough strength/caring/attitude to repost it here. Sorry. BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-2377807156697462164?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2377807156697462164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=2377807156697462164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/2377807156697462164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/2377807156697462164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/11/awol-for-awhile.html' title='AWOL for awhile'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-4415267177631346916</id><published>2006-10-24T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:00:40.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy, can you spare a diamond?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1725/3133/1600/creative53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1725/3133/320/creative53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Question... Is it just me, or is a diamond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wedding ring that costs just over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 25 THOUSAND dollars, obscene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have a dear cousin who's a young Doctor in Tuscon, AZ. He's always been so kind and down to earth. He's recently become engaged. She's from a very wealthy family, and seems to be a pampered, spoiled princessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is a doctor, but he's just starting out. My Mom tells me she's picked out her engagement and wedding ring, and it cost over 25 thousand dollars. I didn't know how to respond. All I could think of is how much good, how many bills, how much food, shelter, warm clothing or bedding that could supply... and think how many other people it could help besides me! LOL Just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm still kinda in shock just thinking about it. If I were his Mom, My Aunt, I'd have a little talk with the boy, but, oh well. BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-4415267177631346916?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4415267177631346916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=4415267177631346916' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4415267177631346916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/4415267177631346916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddy-can-you-spare-diamond.html' title='Buddy, can you spare a diamond?'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-6131641461632318469</id><published>2006-10-20T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:38:49.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a good turn of a phrase</title><content type='html'>I have several phrases I use, mostly when upset or angry. I never use the F word, although there are times it's needed. lol&lt;br /&gt;I like, 'shit for brains', 'walking around with his head up his ass', 'asswipe', and 'fugly.'&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could think of more, but, what are some of your favorites? Post them for me! BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-6131641461632318469?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6131641461632318469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=6131641461632318469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/6131641461632318469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/6131641461632318469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-good-turn-of-phrase.html' title='Love a good turn of a phrase'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-116058494610041157</id><published>2006-10-11T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:19:12.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, don't drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last night, 4 of my son's friends were in a terrible car accident. Ben, who was driving, had been drinking. He swerved to miss a large rock in the road and lost control of the truck. Two died at the scene, Ben, and another boy that I hadn't met (only 16 years old and signing with a skateboard promoter) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ben's been my son's friend for a long time, since 6th grade. He was part of our family. I'm torn between being so very sad that at 20 (he just had his birthday a few weeks ago), his life is now ended, and that his young son, 1 year old, will never know his Father, to being angry that they were even drinking in the first place, and then got in a car/truck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My son, is a mess, it's been a very difficult night. As a Mom, I'm so thankful that he wasn't with them, (as selfish as that seems.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The other two boys, Denny and Cory are doing OK. I'm thankful they are alright. I know it's said all the time, but, don't drink and drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is so very short, and precious. Please, let your friends, family, everyone you love, KNOW that they are loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-116058494610041157?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/116058494610041157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=116058494610041157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/116058494610041157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/116058494610041157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-dont-drive-while-you-are-drunk.html' title='Please, don&apos;t drive'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-116033731858795251</id><published>2006-10-08T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:28.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/Kittycatlane.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I posted on my other blog. &lt;a href="http://kittyscattitude.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(kitty's cattitude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In approx a month, I'm going to take a vacation... just me, no kids, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I've always loved some time to myself, quiet time. If I want to stay in at night and watch movies on cable, or find a park and just enjoy the beauty, I don't have anyone saying, "are you done yet?" or "do we have to watch THIS movie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not saying where I'm flying to. You have to guess. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll post pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Sept. I flew to Seattle and attended the Italian Festival there. I had a great time, and, being alone on a trip, I find that I really enjoy talking to 'locals.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have the Library fund raiser end of this month (Oct 27th), then Halloween (I'm Room Mom for my youngest daughter's class) and then I'm off... November 9th. I enjoy it all, but, I'll need some quiet and rest after the end of this month. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How's your Fall going? BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-116033731858795251?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/116033731858795251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=116033731858795251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/116033731858795251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/116033731858795251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-away.html' title='Time Away'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115920896051434610</id><published>2006-09-25T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:28.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/Kittycatlane%20Super%20Hero.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/400/Kittycatlane%20Super%20Hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/Kittycatlane%20Super%20Hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm bored today, and found this site. Here I am as a Super Hero... too bad they don't give you the option of having bigger boobs. I would have gone for that!&lt;br /&gt;It's called, Hero Machine. http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine/classic.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine2/heromachine2.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one you can make your own, Simpson Character,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.devilducky.com/media/41026/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a South Park Character,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sp-studio.de/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lengths I go to so you people won't get bored! Sheesh! LMAO BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115920896051434610?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115920896051434610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115920896051434610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115920896051434610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115920896051434610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet????'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115894424985089746</id><published>2006-09-22T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:28.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions....</title><content type='html'>I have to face facts... I have a huge crush on one of my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;He's handsome in all the ways I appreciate. Dark black hair,(just starting to go Grey) dark brown eyes, gorgeous brown skin. (He's Basque) I've always had a thing for Basque Men... OK I have a thing for Men period, but I do have preferences.&lt;br /&gt;He and his wife (in my mind I refer to her as "Squeaky") were at the high school awards assembly. Every time I talk to him, or he to me, I feel like I'm drooling, or maybe come across as an inbred moron. I know I don't, but there's always that worry. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking he looks like, Prince Charming, who's now older, is going Grey, and has had his nose broken.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to figure out a good, valid reason to take his picture today, but damn, I just couldn't come up with anything that didn't scream, crazy neighbor, stalker.... I'm not you know... I hope! lol BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115894424985089746?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115894424985089746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115894424985089746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115894424985089746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115894424985089746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/09/confessions.html' title='Confessions....'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115759765434045135</id><published>2006-09-06T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:28.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents (or Mother in this case)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/julianne_moore_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/julianne_moore_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I met my son's girlfriend's Mom. I like her, but it's intimidating, she's a beautiful woman, in fact every time she smiled I kept wondering why she looked so familiar. Then I saw this picture....&lt;br /&gt;They could be twins or sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you even imagine standing next to her and having your picture taken at the wedding? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, I'm taking donations, to get my jaw wired shut and have some plastic surgery! BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115759765434045135?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115759765434045135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115759765434045135' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115759765434045135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115759765434045135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-parents-or-mother-in-this-case.html' title='Meet the Parents (or Mother in this case)'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115700320689341424</id><published>2006-08-30T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that explains a lot...</title><content type='html'>My son's girlfriend is living with us. She's very appreciative of the meals I cook. Very much so in fact. I enjoy cooking, and it makes me feel good knowing she's eating well.&lt;br /&gt;She's been doing their laundry, which is good. She tells me today that my son taught her to do laundry, that she had a basic idea but she'd never had to do any before because their housekeeper always did it(she's 17)...&lt;br /&gt;A year ago she came to live with her Father who she hadn't seen in a very long time. Turns out he's a crack addict and lives with his girlfriend the drunk who sidelines as a crack addict and pot smoker... hence, right now she's staying with us.&lt;br /&gt;I think on the whole it's been a good experience for her. She's had to grow up and learn some real life skills. I hope for my son's sake, (and for hers) that when she goes back to her Mother's house with money and housekeepers that she remembers these lessons and what real life is like.... but it sure explains a lot. BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;br /&gt;(We are going to meet her Mother this weekend. My house is very small, and torn apart because we are just starting on some remodeling. I'm the first to admit I'm not a neat freak person... pray for me! LOL )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115700320689341424?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115700320689341424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115700320689341424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115700320689341424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115700320689341424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-that-explains-lot.html' title='Well that explains a lot...'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115610168286275181</id><published>2006-08-20T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HERmones?? (Great idea Indi, Thanks!) LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/crying.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/200/crying.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm female... (looks down) Yep, I see all the working parts that make me one.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if there's something wrong though. I seem to have missed out on the "female drama, irrational, screaming, crying, door slamming, throwing things, gene."&lt;br /&gt;(Not to be confused with the same gene for males)&lt;br /&gt;I get angry, things upset me, I don't yell and scream, I will be in your face, but I get over it! Life is too short, and most problems aren't worth getting worked up about. That's my take anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet, and I like to try solving things rationally. (OK, if you attack my kids or someone I love, then all bets are off) but, on the whole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with brothers, 5 of them. I have one sister who's 9 years younger than I am, and so very different from me. She's a redhead, and has a full dose of the Italian drama in her blood.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much experience with teen female angst, and find myself dealing with 3 young females full of that angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is my son's girlfriend, who's living with us. He works late nights, and he told her the other day that if he was too tired, he would spend the night with his buddy Justin. That's what he did. Knowing this didn't stop her from panicking that he wasn't home in the morning and she started calling his cell at 7am (for this son, that's a joke). Then when he wasn't answering the phone (because he was asleep). She called her mother and was crying, about how he hadn't come home and how he wasn't answering the phone. SHEESH! She knew where he was, she knew he was sleeping. She wanted him to wake up and come home. I told her that he didn't have enough gas to make a trip home and then turn around to go back to work. She says, as she's crying, "he has enough gas". I said, no, he doesn't. He's driving my car and it was on empty. He had just enough gas money for one round trip. If he comes home he won't have any gas to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT that had got through to her because she didn't say anything afterwards.... until about 20 minutes later when she asks me to call his friend's phone, have him wake my son and tell him that I need him to come home because I need the car! UGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;She's doing stuff like this all the time, and I get so frustrated explaining real life to her and then not having her comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 girls, one is 15, and after years of being a tomboy is now getting into makeup and a little more girlie stuff. She's got a hair trigger temper and is a door slammer. Among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest, 11, almost 12, is feeling put out and very sorry for herself. She's the youngest, no one loves her as much as they love everyone else. She's bent because her sister gets to buy and wear makeup and she doesn't. Her point of view, her life sucks big time, no one loves her, and I've ruined her life because she can't have a dog and or horse living in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of yelling, name calling, door slamming, throwing things and a plethora of tears (I love that word), wailing and gnashing of teeth. I'm a very calm person, but this is beginning to get on even my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I'm open to suggestions, and wisdom of ANYONE who has a clue! lol BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115610168286275181?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115610168286275181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115610168286275181' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115610168286275181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115610168286275181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/08/hermones-great-idea-indi-thanks-lol.html' title='HERmones?? (Great idea Indi, Thanks!) LOL'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115316401271067825</id><published>2006-07-17T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panties on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/brunette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/brunette2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/90649_10_itm_a_6100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gratuitous sexy woman picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hey if Jock can do it...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually IF I still looked this good, I'd ONLY wear bra and panties everywhere I went! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I came across a blog, she was telling about her trip to the gynecologist, and how she noticed that when she gets undressed that she would put her panties and bra hidden under the pile of her clothes, and it struck her funny that she would do so.&lt;br /&gt;This is a Doctor who's going to be seeing just a&lt;em&gt; liiittle&lt;/em&gt; bit more than your panties and bra, so, why bother to hide them?&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it and ya know what, I realized that I put mine under my clothes too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the exam room, naked, with a small paper jacket on, that is totally open in the front, a sheet over the rest of me, and soon will be spread eagle with my feet up in stirrups, and as fun as that may sound... (it's not), so why was I worried that my bra and panties were going to be seen?&lt;br /&gt;I liked her resolve, she's gonna leave them right on top the pile from now on... I say, go sista! I am too! One small step for this woman, one giant leap for womankind. LOL BIG HUGS, Steph &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115316401271067825?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115316401271067825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115316401271067825' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115316401271067825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115316401271067825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/07/panties-on-top.html' title='Panties on top'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115228782291210934</id><published>2006-07-07T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/fakemillion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/fakemillion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nephew who's 23, he's a beautiful young man,(black hair, gorgeous blue eyes) wants to be a model, but for now, he's, well he's a gigolo. He lives in Missouri with a woman in her 50's who's very rich. She just bought him an Escalade, and because he wanted something sporty, a Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between being sick to my stomach and envying that kind of money. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be buying sex though... antiques, trips, property, yes,... paying someone to hang around and have sex with me (sorry guys but you know you're easy, and can be had for free) (not that I'm complaining!) LMAO ... nope. BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115228782291210934?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115228782291210934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115228782291210934' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115228782291210934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115228782291210934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking...'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115163213993970004</id><published>2006-06-29T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/secrets.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/secrets.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asked to keep a secret, I do. It's important to me that my friends know that I can be trusted. I have found that the majority of secrets find their way to daylight, no matter how hard people try to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;My Family, especially my Grandmother tried to keep lots of things quiet. Some I understand, others, I wasn't sure why she made the effort. Her father was a drunk, who fooled around on his wife, my Great-Grandmother, and had his son-in-laws join in on the 'fun'. It seems he was married once before he married my great-grandma, and then divorced her to marry a prostitute. (What a class act huh?) She wasn't a pretty, heart of gold one either. Think fat drunken slob....&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the family, mental illness was covered up, ignored. Stupid, but understandable in that day.&lt;br /&gt;My father's only sister was know to have affairs with young priests in the Catholic Church.&lt;br /&gt;An email was recently sent to my father, from the Azores. There are people trying to do some genealogy, and are checking to see if the, J.M. "Smith" (false name there, my great-grandfather), is the same one who emigrated to the San Jose, CA, area, because he had fathered an illegitimate child in the Azores? Here it is 100-150 years later, and secrets come to light. (My father has no idea, but, is going to see what he can find out.)&lt;br /&gt;I just find it really interesting. BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115163213993970004?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115163213993970004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115163213993970004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115163213993970004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115163213993970004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/06/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-115135408666483155</id><published>2006-06-26T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/1600/372,1141225231,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2949/2685/320/372%2C1141225231%2C1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Does real, lasting Love exist? The kind, with not only love, but, friendship, respect, and a genuine liking for the person you have chosen to spend the rest of your life with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've spoken with (online) several men lately, who, while are married, and have no plans on leaving that marriage, have a wide and varied sex life, outside of that marriage. Two of them use the excuse that their spouse is ill, or has been ill, and so not able to fulfill their sexual needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm really torn on this. I'm no angel, (and have no right to judge) ... That's all I'm gonna say, but, lately I run across more and more of these gentlemen, and it's made me wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Are there any marriages that are good, and based on, held together by, love and a desire to honor and respect that person, even if they do get sick? What if your spouse that you love, was in an accident tomorrow, and they were paralyzed? What if they got sick for months or maybe even years? What if something happened to where you had to spend extended periods of time apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I grew up with parents that fought constantly (they still do). Grandparents that were more advisaries than spouses, and one set of grandparents where my grandfather spoke to and treated my grandmother like she was lower than the dirt he walked on. She ended up having a nervous breakdown (before I was born). I always hated him. She died when I was 4, but I loved her and remember her. My other grandfather was a warm loving man when it came to his children and us as grandchildren, I couldn't have asked for better, but he and my grandmother were like tired, bloody old fighters, stuck in the same ring together for many, many years. He died first, and she was terrible towards him in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I know of, and admire a very few men who are in relationships, that really love their wife/partner, and are faithful, but, I'm afraid they are a minority and a dying breed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, does real love exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-115135408666483155?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/115135408666483155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=115135408666483155' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115135408666483155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/115135408666483155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25667261.post-114451064048689421</id><published>2006-04-08T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:45:27.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for being...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I actually blog on MSN spaces... I know, don't ask me why.  I made this and use it so that I can read and reply to my friends who blog here.   If you get a minute, go check them out. (see links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, you never know, I just might post something worth reading... or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS, Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25667261-114451064048689421?l=kittycatlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/feeds/114451064048689421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25667261&amp;postID=114451064048689421' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/114451064048689421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25667261/posts/default/114451064048689421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittycatlane.blogspot.com/2006/04/reason-for-being.html' title='Reason for being...'/><author><name>kittycatlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139956235461247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32BQ1nJ5UZc/TcMPRvAmDEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PXCWRVbT8xA/s220/STA73322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
