<?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-4833643790970600946</id><updated>2011-12-30T18:48:59.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a wing and a prayer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4046208090921449510</id><published>2010-11-24T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:03:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TO3Dee--EeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7nAigTCjJVA/s1600/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543301644843618786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TO3Dee--EeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7nAigTCjJVA/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet baby boy, 16 1/2 mos. I cannot explain how he fills my heart !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4046208090921449510?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4046208090921449510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4046208090921449510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4046208090921449510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4046208090921449510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sweet-baby-boy-16-12-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TO3Dee--EeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7nAigTCjJVA/s72-c/IMG_1985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7662343031014215855</id><published>2010-07-12T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:27:00.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John's retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TDs0KCJ3uVI/AAAAAAAAATw/aWM4jX8YAdo/s1600/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493041517490059602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TDs0KCJ3uVI/AAAAAAAAATw/aWM4jX8YAdo/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelley and John rented a beach house, lets face it, it was a castle on the beach. It allowed two huge families to live as one.&lt;br /&gt;We have always been proud of our family and the closeness we have knit so tightly. John's family has taken that to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;Juan and Carm are at the helm. They will be celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary this year. If you saw them together they are the picture of love. No doubt about it. They have produced four amazing kids who have produced thirteen kids of their own. Only two of the grandchildren were missing this week.&lt;br /&gt;I had the absolute privilege to bond with these guys. The love, the outburst of song and dance was awesome. It was so interesting to see that each individual family had slightly different approaches to how their children were raised but the foundation, the base, was Juan and Carmen and their extreme devotion to all of their people.&lt;br /&gt;I was so lucky to become one of them. These people are real, they are enveloping. We laughed, we cried, we danced and we sang. We sang Oh Canada and Star Spangled Banner. The youngest was 2 and the oldest was 85. It didn't matter, we loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, thank you for being our family hero and best wishes on future endeavors. Most of all thank you for giving us the opportunity to share your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my housemates, Carm, Juan, John, Shelley, Lisette, Nicole, Jake, Wes, Cuqui, Rich, Mackinzie, Haley, Nick, Jorge, Rosie, Johnny, Miranda, Manny, Mike, Caroline, Skylie, Caden, Lela, Tevi, Elvira, Cindy, Kyle, Valerie and Matthew xoxoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7662343031014215855?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7662343031014215855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7662343031014215855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7662343031014215855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7662343031014215855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2010/07/johns-retirement.html' title='John&apos;s retirement'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/TDs0KCJ3uVI/AAAAAAAAATw/aWM4jX8YAdo/s72-c/DSC_0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8333706081864844996</id><published>2010-04-06T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:02:43.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey is almost 9 months now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S7vZRis7K0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Wq-_O9M0NrM/s1600/Nolans+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457194268885723970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S7vZRis7K0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Wq-_O9M0NrM/s320/Nolans+bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is eating baby food (COOKIES included) and drinking from his bottle.   Such a happy little pumpkin.  He loves his Gma and gives me big smiles when he sees me.  My heart melts more every time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8333706081864844996?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8333706081864844996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8333706081864844996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8333706081864844996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8333706081864844996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2010/04/monkey-is-almost-9-months-now.html' title='Monkey is almost 9 months now'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S7vZRis7K0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Wq-_O9M0NrM/s72-c/Nolans+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2066344385203468699</id><published>2010-01-25T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:08:52.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S12Iz8o1mII/AAAAAAAAATg/80Dyfv8yEcs/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430647151710804098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S12Iz8o1mII/AAAAAAAAATg/80Dyfv8yEcs/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am CrAZY about this kid.  The more I see him the more I want him. I can't imagine life without him.  It's getting better and better the older he gets.  Right now he needs to have his Mommy within sight always. I told her that was fine.  There will come a time, very shortly, that I can bribe him with cookies and toys.  Then he will be G'ma's! He has just cut his two top teeth.  He's learning to sit by himself.  He will start to eat baby food this week...cookies soon!!!!!&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-2066344385203468699?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2066344385203468699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2066344385203468699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2066344385203468699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2066344385203468699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-6-months.html' title='He&apos;s 6 months'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/S12Iz8o1mII/AAAAAAAAATg/80Dyfv8yEcs/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1172584851978329181</id><published>2009-12-12T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:52:05.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nolan is 5 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SyO7OMWI0jI/AAAAAAAAATY/cWgXVv4rJ0c/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414377029536109106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SyO7OMWI0jI/AAAAAAAAATY/cWgXVv4rJ0c/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the reason for my existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1172584851978329181?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1172584851978329181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1172584851978329181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1172584851978329181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1172584851978329181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-is-reason-for-my-existance.html' title='Nolan is 5 months old'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SyO7OMWI0jI/AAAAAAAAATY/cWgXVv4rJ0c/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4343300502648644747</id><published>2009-10-08T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:52:06.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll be 3 months on Saturday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Ss564UTd3xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eZJDZRT_a6o/s1600-h/1007091806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390380911950683922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Ss564UTd3xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eZJDZRT_a6o/s320/1007091806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wished that he would remind me of his Daddy...and he does.  When he smiles, my heart smiles.&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-4343300502648644747?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4343300502648644747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4343300502648644747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4343300502648644747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4343300502648644747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-be-3-months-on-saturday.html' title='He&apos;ll be 3 months on Saturday :)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Ss564UTd3xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eZJDZRT_a6o/s72-c/1007091806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-600717727652308823</id><published>2009-08-13T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:43:07.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SoSkjv2y5aI/AAAAAAAAATI/1K9wJkQihHg/s1600-h/mattnolan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369597589781144994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SoSkjv2y5aI/AAAAAAAAATI/1K9wJkQihHg/s320/mattnolan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Rolly Polly Nolie" with Uncle Matt. I love this picture :)  (Nolan is 1month 1day)&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-600717727652308823?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/600717727652308823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=600717727652308823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/600717727652308823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/600717727652308823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/08/rolly-polly-nolie-with-uncle-matt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SoSkjv2y5aI/AAAAAAAAATI/1K9wJkQihHg/s72-c/mattnolan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1144042088432726174</id><published>2009-07-20T06:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:31:45.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a day goes by</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 years today that I lost my Dad.  Never a day goes by that I don't think of him or need his advice. &lt;br /&gt;This year would have been so special to him, he would have been a Great Grampa. &lt;br /&gt;Not only was he already a great Grampa, he was a gread Dad too.&lt;br /&gt;I can already see his legacy live on in Nicholas.  Nick was lucky enough to learn what it takes to be a wonderful Dad by the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He is missed alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1144042088432726174?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1144042088432726174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1144042088432726174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1144042088432726174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1144042088432726174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-day-goes-by.html' title='Not a day goes by'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4240642496058613587</id><published>2009-07-10T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:38:51.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words escape me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Slfs4UZRvRI/AAAAAAAAATA/vEr5kuuUPMo/s1600-h/C071009_0955_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357010734072053010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Slfs4UZRvRI/AAAAAAAAATA/vEr5kuuUPMo/s320/C071009_0955_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nolan Dennis, 7lb 11oz, 20 1/2", July 10, 2009, 8:32a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect and a miracle&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-4240642496058613587?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4240642496058613587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4240642496058613587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4240642496058613587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4240642496058613587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-escape-me.html' title='Words escape me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Slfs4UZRvRI/AAAAAAAAATA/vEr5kuuUPMo/s72-c/C071009_0955_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7106950932817748575</id><published>2009-06-02T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:40:37.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SiXGRqLt7fI/AAAAAAAAASA/XdkPFHqVEaY/s1600-h/bring+it.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342894539628473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SiXGRqLt7fI/AAAAAAAAASA/XdkPFHqVEaY/s320/bring+it.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a count down....30 days  yippee!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7106950932817748575?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7106950932817748575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7106950932817748575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7106950932817748575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7106950932817748575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this.html' title='I love this...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SiXGRqLt7fI/AAAAAAAAASA/XdkPFHqVEaY/s72-c/bring+it.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-653033446847643838</id><published>2009-05-10T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:52:50.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>I am so very loved.  It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;The boys showed up around 2:00 with arm loads of groceries and accessories.  Matthew loves cooking for a group and Nicholas agreed to be is assistant. &lt;br /&gt;They cooked up a storm for Gramma, Cindy and I. &lt;br /&gt;I was not allowed to go into the kitchen...ya, twist my arm.&lt;br /&gt;They brought out an awesome bruschetta to start.  Then we ate a beautiful pasta with salmon. &lt;br /&gt;The last time Matthew cooked for Cindy and I the kitchen looked like a bomb went off, seriously, it was really bad.  This time he cleaned the kitchen and left it exactly the way he found it.  I was so impressed. &lt;br /&gt;We finished dinner with a wonderful cream pie with added whipped cream, mmmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;The boys even refrained from their usual love taps (brutal bashing actually) with the small exception of a whipped cream thing, but they managed to control that too.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful, wonderful day.  We went through a bunch of photo albums of the kids as babies.  I managed to find some of their baby clothes and shoes to give Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;I even beat Nick at Wii golf...he said he threw the game for "mother's day" but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;They also got me a digital photo frame complete with a whole bunch of wonderful pictures. &lt;br /&gt;I am so loved...and so are they. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms, I hope you were as blessed as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-653033446847643838?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/653033446847643838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=653033446847643838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/653033446847643838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/653033446847643838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-297999446030942389</id><published>2009-04-05T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:32:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SdixxxDHKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/baMe89rUSaI/s1600-h/0405090852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198428276337442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SdixxxDHKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/baMe89rUSaI/s320/0405090852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Sdixfz2Z2uI/AAAAAAAAARw/bSGU7iUQQUY/s1600-h/0405090843a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198119790697186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Sdixfz2Z2uI/AAAAAAAAARw/bSGU7iUQQUY/s320/0405090843a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy and I went to St. Jacobs yesterday.  The location was different but the theme was the same.  I bought the pic on top, then Cindy bought me the bottom one.  We froze our butts off but had a lot of fun.  Cindy even managed to embarass me, it had something to do with a sausage and the vendor and of course Cindy's sense of humor!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a day to let the drama stay behind and just enjoy the day.  We did.&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/4833643790970600946-297999446030942389?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/297999446030942389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=297999446030942389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/297999446030942389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/297999446030942389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-jacobs.html' title='St. Jacobs'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SdixxxDHKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/baMe89rUSaI/s72-c/0405090852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3109142490076951580</id><published>2009-03-23T19:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:45:56.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the silhouette of my grandson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Scgj22gWp3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iQ0YPqv6nUw/s1600-h/0321091649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316538785361995634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Scgj22gWp3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iQ0YPqv6nUw/s320/0321091649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She isn't due until July 2nd. She was over 10 lbs. when she was born and Nicholas was 11 1/2lb. when he was born. What do you suppose is in there?????&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-3109142490076951580?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3109142490076951580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3109142490076951580' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3109142490076951580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3109142490076951580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-silouette-of-my-grandson.html' title='Here&apos;s the silhouette of my grandson'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/Scgj22gWp3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iQ0YPqv6nUw/s72-c/0321091649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-821537791901884869</id><published>2009-02-22T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:44:24.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SaIM45UIiTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/S6RnHIbaxMo/s1600-h/IMG000073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305817482593339698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SaIM45UIiTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/S6RnHIbaxMo/s320/IMG000073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my grandson.  He doesn't have a name yet but he is beautiful.  He wil be born the first week of July.  I am counting the seconds until I can hold him.&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/4833643790970600946-821537791901884869?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/821537791901884869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=821537791901884869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/821537791901884869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/821537791901884869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/02/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SaIM45UIiTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/S6RnHIbaxMo/s72-c/IMG000073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6417296979164871797</id><published>2009-02-16T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:33:27.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day worth celebrating</title><content type='html'>Today is the official 2nd "Family Day".  I don't know if the American's have adopted this day or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we will celebrate what is most important in my life.  I am not a terribly religious person (much to my son's dismay) but I do love and honour my family.  It is so important to be a supportive member because, like we have found, you never know when you will be on the other end.  We have faced far too many challenges these past few years and none of it would have been possible without the love and support of our spectacular family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with my parents.  They taught three girls how to love each other and forever be there for each other.  We all moved on, married and had our own children.  We have each taught our kids the same lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is an amazingly strong, supportive net that you know you can count on when this world dishes out some very tough lessons.  Somehow we know that no matter what happens we are loved and supported. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in my lifetime I leave nothing behind but the legacy of a strong and loving family then my work here is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I send my love to my Mom, Cindy, Shelley, Nicholas, Matthew, Tyson, Kyle, Aeron, Lisette, Nicole, Jake and all of theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the legacy live long...Happy Family Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6417296979164871797?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6417296979164871797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6417296979164871797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6417296979164871797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6417296979164871797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-worth-celebrating.html' title='A day worth celebrating'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1601927018457352058</id><published>2009-01-30T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:21:08.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the outside looking in</title><content type='html'>Here are a few unrelated observations I have made recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;:  Unless there are extenuating circumstances, like violence or in some instances, sexual preference :), the grass is never greener anywhere else.  The exact same arguments will arise, the exact same aggrevations and insecurities will happen.  We throw way too much away in hopes of finding happiness somewhere else.  Happines is a choice we each make and no one else is resposible for our happiness...each of us is responsible for our own happiness.  Marriage is sacred and should be worked on and nurtured on a daily basis.  There really is no more important relationship to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work (but life in general too):&lt;/strong&gt;  It is important to work as a team.  Each of us should know the company agenda and work together to accomplish it.  When a member is not fulfilling their role, it effects everyone.  There can only be one outcome.  If you are working for a company you don't believe in, leave, if you are working for a company where you insist on fulfilling your own agenda you will soon be asked to leave.  Understand this principal and you will be well on your way to having a successful career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is more wisdom where this came from but all in due time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1601927018457352058?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1601927018457352058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1601927018457352058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1601927018457352058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1601927018457352058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-outside-looking-in.html' title='From the outside looking in'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5830678034691425649</id><published>2009-01-01T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:39:02.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 reflection</title><content type='html'>Jan08 - I gained my independence from crutches and taxi cabs to buying my sweet sexy car&lt;br /&gt;Feb08 - Cindy and I visited Shelley and family in Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;May08 - Went to "girls weekend" with my sister then I turned the dreaded 50!&lt;br /&gt;Jul08 - Mom and I visited Shelley and family in Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Oct08 - I went to Florida for an impromptu beach vacation with a Bolivian evacuated Shelley and kids.  Then had surgery on my foot for the last time (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;Nov08 - Found out I'M GONNA BE A GRAMMA&lt;br /&gt;Dec08 - Thankful for a year of healing.  I still miss David with all my heart but have chosen to be thankful for time I had with him.  My foot has healed as well as it will ever be and is quite manageable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for 2009 is for a healthy, happy baby.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also working on getting healthier myself.  I now have a real reason to be as healthy as I can be.  I want to be able to roll around on the ground with my baby just like my Nana Gayton used to do with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a very happy and beautiful 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5830678034691425649?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5830678034691425649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5830678034691425649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5830678034691425649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5830678034691425649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-reflection.html' title='2008 reflection'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4403133654365876049</id><published>2008-12-29T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:07:58.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been taken over by martians...or something</title><content type='html'>For some reason I can post pics from work. Too bad it got taken over by another language! Holy crap. Somehow something got toggled...maybe me?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  this is the santa I made from strawberries and pineapple.  It didn't work out so well because the icing wouldn't stick to the wet fruit!&lt;br /&gt;But the cheeseball snowman turned out awesome!  He has a rosemary hat, pepper corn eyes, tomatoe nose (didn't have any carrots :(), slivered almond mouth with an asparagus pipe, whole almond buttons and asparagus arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4403133654365876049?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4403133654365876049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4403133654365876049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4403133654365876049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4403133654365876049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-taken-over-by-martiansor.html' title='I&apos;ve been taken over by martians...or something'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5504683691697441229</id><published>2008-12-29T12:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:47:17.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>च्रिस्त्मस Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SVkPvwkL6CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m9wYGH9BJLM/s1600-h/Strawberry+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272950860933154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SVkPvwkL6CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m9wYGH9BJLM/s320/Strawberry+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SVkPo-jFl5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/PcyBtKYSiGM/s1600-h/Cheeseball+Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272834355337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SVkPo-jFl5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/PcyBtKYSiGM/s320/Cheeseball+Snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; वही इस थे व्रितिंग शिंग उप इन पंजाबी? सोमोने हेल्प में!!! wtf...it edits in english!&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/4833643790970600946-5504683691697441229?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5504683691697441229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5504683691697441229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5504683691697441229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5504683691697441229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun.html' title='च्रिस्त्मस Fun'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SVkPvwkL6CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m9wYGH9BJLM/s72-c/Strawberry+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6554033163999973152</id><published>2008-12-26T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:47:16.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done wrong?</title><content type='html'>The tool bar at the top of writing a blog is missing so I can't add any pictures!  What have I done wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6554033163999973152?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6554033163999973152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6554033163999973152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6554033163999973152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6554033163999973152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-have-i-done-wrong.html' title='What have I done wrong?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6536554169479335433</id><published>2008-12-19T15:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:23:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How's the water today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SUv-Kf7lmLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cNYnlN1p5d8/s1600-h/C121908_1406_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281594444345612466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SUv-Kf7lmLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cNYnlN1p5d8/s320/C121908_1406_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for you rotten southerners who have been to the 'beach today, been to the 'pool today'.  Does it sound like I have a bad attitude!  This was taken at 2:00 this afternoon on the 15 minute drive home from work that took me 1 hour!!!!!!!  My Christmas shopping is not done, my Christmas grocery shopping is not done and by the looks of it I will be house bound for a few days.  I couldn't even get my car into the parking lot.  I had to leave it at Shoppers Drug Mart.  Hope the plows don't scoop it up and take it away.   I had to trudge through a foot of snow, with running shoes on to get home! (real Canadian's don't wear boots) Anyway, enjoy the beach and the pool or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kathy, when I said the snow was pretty...I was just being delusional!&lt;br /&gt;And Mom, I was only ever going 10 km. an hour so there was lots of time to take pictures LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6536554169479335433?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6536554169479335433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6536554169479335433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6536554169479335433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6536554169479335433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-for-you-rotten-southerners-who.html' title='How&apos;s the water today?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SUv-Kf7lmLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cNYnlN1p5d8/s72-c/C121908_1406_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4947509601876558558</id><published>2008-11-27T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:24:55.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sista</title><content type='html'>Today she is 49.  It still amazes me that we are this old.  Where did it go?  In a blink of an eye, when we weren't looking, we went from 18 to... well you know. &lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful, she is strong and I love her.  Happy Birthday DeeDee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S. Happy thanksgiving to my friends down under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4947509601876558558?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4947509601876558558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4947509601876558558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4947509601876558558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4947509601876558558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sista.html' title='My Sista'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5898350043095656649</id><published>2008-11-20T22:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:22:04.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm supposed to be Pack leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SSYng15tF_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yCNbwK8wRJ4/s1600-h/Baker+feb1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270943859062151154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SSYng15tF_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yCNbwK8wRJ4/s320/Baker+feb1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two, very spoiled, jack russels. They think I am their Mom. Bailey follows me EVERY WHERE! This is Baker, she likes to jump up on my lap for kisses and hugs. They sleep in the lap of luxury in my bedroom. I don't allow them up on my bed but they have pillows and blankets on the floor. I worry that my neighbors will hear me talking to them like they are little babies and think I have finally lost my mind. I baby them, well, Baker particularily, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day when I come home they get a chicken jerky treat. They absolutely love these treats. I let them outside as soon as I get home. Baker barely pees before she comes dashing through the house and starts jumping where her treats are kept. Bailey follows behind but is far too fat to jump. When I give them their treat they go flying into the family room to indulge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was out of chicken jerky. I let them out, Baker came flying in and began her ritual. I took the tin down and handed her a rawhide roll. She actually took it in her mouth, realized what it was and SPIT it at my feet! I told her that was all I had. She picked it up and walked to the family room like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the store and bought them their chicken jerky...cause that's what a good Mom would do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5898350043095656649?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5898350043095656649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5898350043095656649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5898350043095656649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5898350043095656649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/11/bailey-baker.html' title='I&apos;m supposed to be Pack leader'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SSYng15tF_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yCNbwK8wRJ4/s72-c/Baker+feb1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5618113269618832020</id><published>2008-11-15T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:02:45.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've regained my composure</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that this time next year we will have a little boo boo to celebrate Christmas with.  I know it is so very early in Natasha's pregnancy and horrible things could happen but I have told everyone that we cannot put off celebrating the wonderful things in life just because yucky stuff happens.  We have been through so very much crap that the thought of a brand new bundle, a fresh new beginning....ya, I'm crying again!  It is so amazing and so much fun to plan all the things I'm going to be able to do with this precious gift.  Trust me there will be a lot of pictures.  Thanks to all who have listened to me and to all I will bore to tears over the next nine months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5618113269618832020?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5618113269618832020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5618113269618832020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5618113269618832020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5618113269618832020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-regained-my-composure.html' title='I&apos;ve regained my composure'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-248966829176179686</id><published>2008-11-05T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:37:32.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be a GRAMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I would love to shout it from the highest mountain. I can't explain why turning 50 was so horrible but the thought of being a Gramma is so very amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew there might be a possibility but Nick called me last night, just before OBAMA won and said "It's confirmed". I paused, to scared to believe what I heard, and said loudly, SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on cloud 9. Cloud 99, cloud 999999999999999!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is going to be a Daddy...it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a Gramma...it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew will be a great Uncle...it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David would have been a gread Grampa...it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad would have been a hugely amazing Gr.Grampa...it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NOT WAIT...this is going to be a very long 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a girl...Oh my GOD, if it's a boy, like Nick or Matt, Oh my GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a Gramma, wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-248966829176179686?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/248966829176179686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=248966829176179686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/248966829176179686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/248966829176179686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-to-be-gramma.html' title='I&apos;m going to be a GRAMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6706015568244039327</id><published>2008-10-29T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:24:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SQj-mdS4oYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V5l5otsy-fA/s1600-h/C102908_2019_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262736101234745730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SQj-mdS4oYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V5l5otsy-fA/s320/C102908_2019_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am again!  Surgery could have gone better.  But at least my toes are pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6706015568244039327?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6706015568244039327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6706015568244039327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6706015568244039327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6706015568244039327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-here-i-am-again-surgery-could-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SQj-mdS4oYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V5l5otsy-fA/s72-c/C102908_2019_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2672175763892390231</id><published>2008-10-11T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:49:30.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My FLA time is almost up...</title><content type='html'>I've been here since last Saturday. Since then we have already moved to another beach house. You wouldn't believe the beauty of this place. It is a fully furnished 4 bedroom beach house. When you walk in the front door and look to the top of the staircase you see a WALL of wine. Seriously. There is a wall that holds 210 bottles of wine. It is very impressive and the rest of the house lives up to that reputation. Wow. We took Jake to his karate class where the stupid woman at the front desk asked it I was Shelley's Mother!!!!!!!! Then she made some excuse that she didn't have her glasses on!!! THEN she asked where I was from. She asked if it was always snowy in Canada and was shocked beyond belief when I told her our summers were just like here. I could have smacked her but I have taken that course about being nice and chose to ignore the bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;We have gone to an arts festival, gone Cuban dancing. Neither Dylan, Shelley or I could keep up with that Latin beauty of ours, Lisette. She sure knows how to shake her thang and she loves to do it. We have had friends over and I met such a cutie, Carissa. We played down on the beach today. There are always places to take the kids or pick them up. It's endless. We shop a lot at Walmart and eat out enough too. I got my hair cut (not very good) and we had manis and pendis too. I have also dealt with so many memories of David here too. We pass the beach house that we were at in Nov06 every time we go out. It's really hard to see the ghosts of him even here! John flies in tonight for a week or so. Thank God they are getting a hotel tonight. Nicola and I will have all the kids here at the house. We're having a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow then I will be home on Monday. I am so sad that Shelley and the kids were evacuated from Bolivia but I got an amazing beach vacation cause of it. I'm pretty sure that that 4 lb. loss over on the left side will be a gain by the time I get home but it will have been worth it.  I'll just start AGAIN!!!Thanks Shelley for a wonderful vacation XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2672175763892390231?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2672175763892390231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2672175763892390231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2672175763892390231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2672175763892390231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fla-time-is-almost-up.html' title='My FLA time is almost up...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5621319910138844303</id><published>2008-10-03T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:01:50.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake my head and go MMMMMMMM......</title><content type='html'>OK.  I'm not terribly political but Sarah Palin has caught my attention....and not in a good way.  I watched the debate last night to, hopefully, see her fall on her butt.  Actually a guy on CNN said that that is what she would have to do to fall below anyone's expectations!  Now, she seems smart.  She seems like a good old, small time, hockey Mom just like anyone's next door neighbor.  Trouble is, is that who you want for PRESIDENT?  I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5621319910138844303?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5621319910138844303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5621319910138844303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5621319910138844303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5621319910138844303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/10/shake-my-head-and-go-mmmmmmmm.html' title='Shake my head and go MMMMMMMM......'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2972180902286353791</id><published>2008-09-21T08:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:53:40.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week</title><content type='html'>2.6 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with the weight loss. I was fairly careful of what I ate. I only walked 2x this week. I hate exercise so, so much! Denise is taking me down to the beach today for a 'very long walk'. Oh how I love the support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2972180902286353791?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2972180902286353791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2972180902286353791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2972180902286353791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2972180902286353791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-week.html' title='1 Week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-570834809945678865</id><published>2008-09-13T14:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:47:56.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SMwQ12OYizI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q8JVdoRZAHM/s1600-h/2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245586183254739762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SMwQ12OYizI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q8JVdoRZAHM/s320/2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gained about 20 lbs. this year. I lost quite a bit when David was sick but it sure didn't take long to pile back on. I haven't been too active since my car accident either. So...enough is enough. It's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will record my journey. I went out and bought a pedomenter. My first week of exercise will be a .75 mile walk at least 3 times. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-570834809945678865?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/570834809945678865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=570834809945678865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/570834809945678865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/570834809945678865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SMwQ12OYizI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q8JVdoRZAHM/s72-c/2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3507517774211351456</id><published>2008-08-05T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:24:21.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!! Mom's Birthday !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/SJiodA7xFmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Am6_0S5yjg0/s1600-h/TIBURON+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday to my beautiful momma.  Hope your day is filled with sunshine.  Hope you enjoy our dinner &amp;amp; movie (Momma Mia)!&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3507517774211351456?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3507517774211351456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3507517774211351456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3507517774211351456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3507517774211351456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/08/moms-birthday.html' title='!!!!! Mom&apos;s Birthday !!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4182376274543511788</id><published>2008-06-08T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:41:16.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 24</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Nick's birthday.  I went to his work to give him a birthday kiss.  He was very, very busy with customers and employees deferring to him.  He looks so mature.  No one in that world would ever believe my baby just turned 24.  He is (usually) the epitome of self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of all he has become.  He is a wonderful man.  He is a mature, loving, caring, and thoughtful man.  What more could a Mom ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I hope your day was full of sunshine and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4182376274543511788?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4182376274543511788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4182376274543511788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4182376274543511788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4182376274543511788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby-is-24.html' title='My baby is 24'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3711433673993349735</id><published>2008-05-31T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:22:52.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I finally made it. I am over the hill. I am over 50 today. It really wasn't so bad. I made such a fuss about it that everyone went out of their way to make my day happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few things that have made me go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, wondering if there was something in the works. Matthew, God bless his soul, cannot keep a secret for love nor money. He got me thinking when he said that they were going to have a 'dinner' for me at his house and I was to be there at 7:00 p.m. I knew I could turn him inside out with more questions so I didn't. Then I happened to be in Moore's. I mentioned to Nick that I thought they were up to something. Nick is about as cool as they come. He's mature and put together. Well he was flustered, dropped stuff, couldn't think straight! It was the icing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proverbial&lt;/span&gt; cake. I knew they were plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my birthday came. Last year I had a zillion calls before I even left for work. This year, nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. It must be big. When I got to work no one called till about 10:30. Donna called and swore she didn't know anything about anything but wanted to wish me happy birthday. Mom called. We had planned to go out for dinner to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LaSpaghett&lt;/span&gt;. The kids called on their way to buy me a gift. Cindy called and said that the surprise was that her and Rick were going to kidnap me, take me for dinner and then to the casino. Rick couldn't make it so Cindy wanted to know if Mom and I wanted to go to the casino. Mom and I went to dinner. We got around to talking about Shelley. I asked her when they were coming up. Mom changed the subject....twice. Cindy showed up at my house with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Then I got to thinking, maybe there really isn't a big do tomorrow. Maybe it is just dinner with the kids. Then I got my phone messages..Shelley. I had called her a few days ago and she didn't call me back. Where is she calling from now????? From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aeron&lt;/span&gt;. She is a huge bundle of energy screaming happy birthday and hoping she can make it to the PARTY tomorrow! Ah, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am getting ready to go to my DINNER. I will update on the surprise when I finally get the whole story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it was a surprise dinner.  Most of the work was done by my beautiful red headed boy.  He has the heart of an angel, he really does.  It was wonderful.  So much food, so many gifts and so much love.  What more can a 50 year old broad ask for?  It's all good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3711433673993349735?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3711433673993349735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3711433673993349735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3711433673993349735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3711433673993349735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3535398474054092665</id><published>2008-05-25T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:20:32.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiara Weekend</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from the most amazing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Cindy returned from her annual Girl's Weekend and announced that I must accompany her this year. You see, the motel they rent holds 16 people.  Their group is about 8.  They were so roudy that the owner, Barb asked them to try to fill the place so she wouldn't have to worry about other guests.  Each member was therefore asked to bring one guest.  I resisted, God knows I resisted. Cindy insisted, again and again. I finally was worn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ten years ago this tradition was started. Cindy has been participating for at least 5 years. It is called Tiara Weekend. They rent a tiny little, for lack of a better word, motel. This place is so pretty. It has four teeny, tiny cottages in front. The main motel has 3 or 4 rooms on each of the first two floors. These rooms have 2 beds and a sitting/kitchen area. The 3rd/top floor is the 'penthouse'. It has a big kitchen, a larger living room area, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom and then a huge bedroom with an ensuite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year a new 'queen' is chosen. I can't divulge the process because 'What happens in Southampton stays in Southampton'. The queen is in charge of organizing the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my wonderful sister was the Queen. She did a kick ass job. The meals are organized ahead of time and are prepared by and brought up by the assigned people. This year for breakfasts we had french toast and the last morning we had eggs benedict. For dinner we had an Italian night (compliments of Cindy and I) which consisted of Caesar salad, Lasagne and was followed by a fabulous Limoncello Cheesecake! The other night we had Ribs, baked potato &amp;amp; salad. There was never a shortage of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we drank. (remember, what happens in Southampton stays in Southampton) End of that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures (see above disclaimer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed like I haven't laughed in a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are friends (some I have met before, some I haven't) that will stay in my heart for years to come, Cindy &amp;amp; I, Margie, Anita, Debbie, Laura, Wilma, Brandy, Laurie, Sandy, Darlene, Karen and Julie. Each one of these women made this weekend an amazing and fun adventure. I've already put my downpayment on for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my new friends, I GIVE YOU THE TWO FINGER SALUTE! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3535398474054092665?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3535398474054092665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3535398474054092665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3535398474054092665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3535398474054092665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/05/tiara-weekend.html' title='Tiara Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-37968263434234074</id><published>2008-05-02T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:42:38.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the dreaded month has arrived....</title><content type='html'>Apparently I am as old as Barbie, the frisbee and legos. Can you imagine. The trouble is I feel as old as these things. Maybe that is why I am dreading this so much. 50 is frickin old! I should have thought to sign up for freedom 55 a long time ago, I suppose it's too late now. Well, I have 28 days left to be in my 40's. How will I enjoy it? Crap!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps - I don't care that the 'alternative' sucks.  Being 50 sucks too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-37968263434234074?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/37968263434234074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=37968263434234074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/37968263434234074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/37968263434234074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-dreaded-month-has-arrived.html' title='Oh the dreaded month has arrived....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7182131277697474110</id><published>2008-04-15T13:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:37:27.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot today about attitude. I just found out that a guy who wrote a blog about "kicking kidney cancer's arse" died today. Throughout the journey with David, we stumbled on this guys blog. It was so informative, entertaining and down to earth. David, who never wanted to come to terms with his illness, read this blog and felt comforted by it. I continued to read it after David passed away because I was so impressed with how he was able to help other people during a horrible time in his life with such a positive attitude. Another person with a truly amazing attitude is by brother-in-law, John. I watched him in amazement as he struggled through his journey of losing his leg. Always positive, always struggling to overcome obsticles with a positive outlook. I've been told over and over again that I have an amazing attitude during the struggles of the past few years. I think that is true. Sometimes it's more a matter of being stubborn as hell, a quality I inherited from my Dad. What's the point of wallowing in our sorrows. I don't understand that. I'd much rather fight through the pain while maintaining some kind of normalcy. Any other way is just self destructive and it doesn't change reality. So, chin up, suck it up, think positively and try to bring a ray of sunshine to someone else's life. Yours could always be so much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7182131277697474110?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7182131277697474110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7182131277697474110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7182131277697474110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7182131277697474110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/04/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4617155802507944506</id><published>2008-04-03T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:51:09.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby sister is 44!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I was going to write something like "I remember when" but that's so corny.  Shelley, I just want you to know how special it is to have someone that you have shared every minute of your life with from the very beginning, knowing that through thick and thin they will ALWAYS be there, always being the shoulder to cry on and the belly to laugh with.  We sure have been tested these past few years, we've all gone through more than anyone should in a lifetime but it's only made us stronger.  We are lucky the three of us have such a special bond and I think we all are clearly aware of how special it is.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a magical day full of all you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4617155802507944506?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4617155802507944506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4617155802507944506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4617155802507944506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4617155802507944506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-baby-sister-is-44.html' title='My baby sister is 44!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1542673845621709768</id><published>2008-03-26T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:42:55.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress on my foot....</title><content type='html'>I started a blog to record the progress of my foot.  If anyone is interested here is the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisfrancinjury.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lisfrancinjury.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1542673845621709768?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1542673845621709768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1542673845621709768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1542673845621709768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1542673845621709768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/03/progress-on-my-foot.html' title='Progress on my foot....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7314476278715344863</id><published>2008-03-12T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:57:23.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9fu9ivDEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SrZ0lJxI700/s1600-h/sick+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176869037749244146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9fu9ivDEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SrZ0lJxI700/s320/sick+snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this email - it's how we feel in MARCH!&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-7314476278715344863?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7314476278715344863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7314476278715344863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7314476278715344863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7314476278715344863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/03/enough-already.html' title='ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9fu9ivDEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SrZ0lJxI700/s72-c/sick+snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1701965298797640687</id><published>2008-03-10T19:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:18:23.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all relative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9XPqivDEOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cHkhAd2bMLc/s1600-h/5+30+mar+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176271676517847266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9XPqivDEOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cHkhAd2bMLc/s320/5+30+mar+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the middle of the storm on March 8th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My momma in Florida will be ever so thankful she's not here....cause she had to put on a sweater&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sista in DC will think it's cold in her neck of the woods too....cause she had to put on a coat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunts up north or in NFLD will say "that's nothing, you should see it here!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, you see, it's all relative. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone stays cozy no matter where you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1701965298797640687?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1701965298797640687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1701965298797640687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1701965298797640687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1701965298797640687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-relative.html' title='It&apos;s all relative'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R9XPqivDEOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cHkhAd2bMLc/s72-c/5+30+mar+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8178022666037183237</id><published>2008-02-12T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:24:56.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thelma &amp; Louise Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, Cindy and I are driving down to see Shelley and the gang on Thursday and will be returning on Monday.  We have been calling it our "Thelma &amp;amp; Louise Weekend".  Well I guess I haven't seen the movie after all.  Apparently they drive their sports car off a cliff in the end.  We will be taking my sports car but hopefully the tides of my luck have turned and we won't be encountering any cliffs.  Um, second thought...please pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8178022666037183237?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8178022666037183237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8178022666037183237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8178022666037183237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8178022666037183237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/02/thelma-louise-weekend.html' title='Thelma &amp; Louise Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3141968021786599382</id><published>2008-02-10T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:56:24.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, aren't I cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6-Lc-MiOGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5nQp75Zq7uw/s1600-h/0209081903b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165500627465418850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6-Lc-MiOGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5nQp75Zq7uw/s320/0209081903b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6-KSuMiOFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p30u2wOlahE/s1600-h/No+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165499351860131922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6-KSuMiOFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p30u2wOlahE/s320/No+name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi. I don't have a name yet. I think my Mom (Cindy) is seriously considering calling me "Sadie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrived at my Aunt Kimmie's house on Saturday. My mommy brought me home to these two horrible cousins of mine. I know they wish I would just go away but I am here to stay. Hopefully they won't eat (or worse) before my Mommy and I go to stay in our own house in a couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3141968021786599382?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3141968021786599382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3141968021786599382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3141968021786599382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3141968021786599382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-arent-i-cute.html' title='Hi, aren&apos;t I cute?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6-Lc-MiOGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5nQp75Zq7uw/s72-c/0209081903b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6567600260443147241</id><published>2008-02-02T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:53:04.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready to dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6Sfe2OPQLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TFz8RlY6X-8/s1600-h/2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162426425173557426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6Sfe2OPQLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TFz8RlY6X-8/s320/2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm.  A girl can dream! I'll just have to be happy dancing in my running shoes for the time being. At least I don't have to wear that horrible boot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6567600260443147241?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6567600260443147241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6567600260443147241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6567600260443147241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6567600260443147241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-no-more-pics-of-my-bare-tootsies.html' title='Getting ready to dance!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R6Sfe2OPQLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TFz8RlY6X-8/s72-c/2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8873205817604085779</id><published>2008-01-29T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:49:47.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physio SUPA STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5-pJ2OPQJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qoTrMUGUDGQ/s1600-h/Jan+29+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161029684629029010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5-pJ2OPQJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qoTrMUGUDGQ/s320/Jan+29+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 weeks post accident/ 11 1/2 weeks post surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems I am a super star! Michelle told me so. She's my new physio therapist. A lisfranc injury is very uncommon so when I spoke with Michelle on the phone I asked her to do some research before we met. She said that she knew she had heard of a lisfranc injury and remembered as something bad. When we met she said I have quite a bad injury. She proceeded to check my foot for flex and (whatever the opposite of flex is LOL). She looked at me like I was pulling her leg. Flex up is the same in both feet and flex down is close. There are some muscles in my foot that need to be strengthened but she was amazed at how much mobility I had. She said she fully expected me to come in with absolutely no movement in my foot. I explained to her that I was very stubborn and had been moving and exercising my foot often. She said I had probably done 90% of the physio I needed all by myself! She doubts I will need a month's worth of physio. I ROCK!!!! Plus, I am a very good healer. Go figure. She will do what she has to then give me direction when I can get back to the gym. As usual, I am thrilled with the progress.  PS - had an appointment with Allison the Occupational Therapist and she is also blown away by my progress.  She knows of another woman with lisfranc injury (last year) who has resumed running and is wearing heals and doing perfectly well.  Allison said that she wasn't doing as well as me at my stage now.  Ya baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8873205817604085779?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8873205817604085779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8873205817604085779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8873205817604085779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8873205817604085779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/physio-supa-star.html' title='Physio SUPA STAR'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5-pJ2OPQJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qoTrMUGUDGQ/s72-c/Jan+29+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8286986579866520500</id><published>2008-01-25T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:45:09.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Hammond</title><content type='html'>Officially,&lt;br /&gt;At last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8286986579866520500?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8286986579866520500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8286986579866520500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8286986579866520500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8286986579866520500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/kim-hammond.html' title='Kim Hammond'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1150206879252271128</id><published>2008-01-24T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:41:52.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am divorced...</title><content type='html'>Officially,&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1150206879252271128?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1150206879252271128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1150206879252271128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1150206879252271128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1150206879252271128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-divorced_24.html' title='I am divorced...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4196718743377262770</id><published>2008-01-22T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:26:10.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5aJl9qtmSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OtLRa2UkZ8Q/s1600-h/Jan+22+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158461708501358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5aJl9qtmSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OtLRa2UkZ8Q/s320/Jan+22+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 weeks post accident&lt;br /&gt;10 1/2 weeks post surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says I am a good healer. I asked when I could wear proper shoes and give up this boot. He said I can wear regular shoes in the house if I am very careful but I have to wear the boot for two more weeks when I'm out. He rolled his eyes when I told him my foot feels really good, even when I'm walking barefoot (just around my bed). I didn't dare tell him I was driving too. I can start back at the gym in one month and will start physio now. We talked about the screws coming out in 8 months post surgery. I asked why they had to come out. His answer was because that's what they do. I asked him if they could just stay there if they weren't bothering me and he said yes. Why have surgery to remove them if they aren't bothering me? Just makes sense, plus Shelley already had that thought in my head (thanks Shmelly). I will probably still have swelling for the next couple of months because of the trauma, not unusual. I am thrilled with the progress so far. Just about ready to dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4196718743377262770?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4196718743377262770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4196718743377262770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4196718743377262770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4196718743377262770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctor&apos;s appointment'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R5aJl9qtmSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OtLRa2UkZ8Q/s72-c/Jan+22+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7917942479952640698</id><published>2008-01-15T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:12:56.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R41qAhdwimI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yp6D08_hPdw/s1600-h/2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155893705624816226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R41qAhdwimI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yp6D08_hPdw/s320/2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 weeks post accident - 9 1/2 weeks post surgery... I cannot tell you how fantastic this week has been. I got my new car on Friday. I gave up the crutches on Friday night, I decided over the weekend that enough was enough and I was ready to drive again (still wearing the air cast). Getting back my independence means more than you will ever know. Things finally, I mean FINALLY started feeling normal. Still there is the swelling, but even that is getting better. My knee was really sore this week but for the first time today it feels better. The boot is kind of high so there is a bit of a teeter to my walk because of it, probably that's what is bugging my knee. Anyway, progress continues at a nicely rapid pace. Next doc appt. is next Tuesday.&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-7917942479952640698?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7917942479952640698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7917942479952640698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7917942479952640698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7917942479952640698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/progress-report.html' title='Progress report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R41qAhdwimI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yp6D08_hPdw/s72-c/2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7798902747547485866</id><published>2008-01-11T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:28:24.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine, all mine!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4ouERdwilI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UhIpzGvK15U/s1600-h/mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154983374421527122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4ouERdwilI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UhIpzGvK15U/s320/mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's in my driveway, I've been sitting in it patiently waiting to be taken to the MTO on Monday morning. I am so tired of waiting and waiting to be taken places. Come Monday morning all strings are being cut. No more taxi, no more help in the evening, no more help getting groceries, no more help being driven here or there. I'm tired of waiting and I will wait NO more. Look out world I am ready to go and I have the perfect ride to take me!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/4833643790970600946-7798902747547485866?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7798902747547485866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7798902747547485866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7798902747547485866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7798902747547485866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/mine-all-mine.html' title='Mine, all mine!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4ouERdwilI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UhIpzGvK15U/s72-c/mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3471770591232194428</id><published>2008-01-10T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:27:43.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming real soon......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My "Mid-life Crisis"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay tuned.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3471770591232194428?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3471770591232194428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3471770591232194428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3471770591232194428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3471770591232194428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/soldto-me.html' title='Coming real soon......'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2794112605181222319</id><published>2008-01-08T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:44:59.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootsie update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4QXfBdwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zeGo0idG_vE/s1600-h/Jan+8th+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269695355324834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4QXfBdwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zeGo0idG_vE/s320/Jan+8th+III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11 weeks post accident, 8 1/2 weeks post surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked next door to Tim Hortons. First time since October! One hand for the crutch, one hand for the coffee! Life is good. Swelling is still an issue and so is the desperate need of pedicure.  But all in due time I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2794112605181222319?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2794112605181222319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2794112605181222319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2794112605181222319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2794112605181222319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/tootsie-update.html' title='Tootsie update...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R4QXfBdwiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zeGo0idG_vE/s72-c/Jan+8th+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3411169087269161923</id><published>2008-01-01T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:08:54.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toe Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rPOxdwiWI/AAAAAAAAADs/WFQN3v6s83U/s1600-h/Jan+01+08+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150656976554854754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rPOxdwiWI/AAAAAAAAADs/WFQN3v6s83U/s320/Jan+01+08+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 weeks post accident...7 1/2 weeks post surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rNoBdwiVI/AAAAAAAAADk/bvz48jOYxSU/s1600-h/Jan+01+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my progress. If you saw the picture from November 27th you would understand. If you have a real strong tummy go back to that date, I have since added the pic.  There is still a little scab on the scar but no infection. My toes are still a bit swollen, can't seem to get a handle on that and the colour is a bit pinker than my good foot. Other than desperately needing a pedicure I am thrilled with my progress. I have started putting some weight on my foot (with the aircast on) and it seems weird. It will take some time before I am walking properly, for sure, but the progress is exciting. &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/4833643790970600946-3411169087269161923?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3411169087269161923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3411169087269161923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3411169087269161923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3411169087269161923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-toe-toes.html' title='My Toe Toes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rPOxdwiWI/AAAAAAAAADs/WFQN3v6s83U/s72-c/Jan+01+08+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6735010818670399428</id><published>2007-12-23T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:53:37.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R26Dm9BcjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-gmqywXRraw/s1600-h/Christmas2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147196129369951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R26Dm9BcjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-gmqywXRraw/s320/Christmas2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what we mustered up for a Christmas tree.  It's adorable.  Cindy and I will have all our kids with us for Christmas dinner. I have no idea where everyone will sit in my tiny house but that's part of the fun. We're OK. We wish you a very merry Christmas and I for one will look forward to 2008. Stay safe and enjoy each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6735010818670399428?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6735010818670399428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6735010818670399428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6735010818670399428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6735010818670399428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R26Dm9BcjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/-gmqywXRraw/s72-c/Christmas2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7661893561264302841</id><published>2007-12-19T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:51:41.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out damn pins!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had the appointment to have five pins taken out of my poor beat up foot yesterday.  I couldn't bring myself to go to the appointment alone so I conned my eldest (who I think has matured well past his mother lately) to go with me.  If you recall from my previous post, we waited for 2 hrs. before being called into the waiting room.  We did again.  Meanwhile, Matthew decided he wanted to come and lend support to his poor tortured Momma.  By the time Matthew got there we were already in the tiny exam room.  Imagine...two hefty men and me in a tiny room.   How wonderful to have the love and support of your offspring at a emotionally upsetting time, right?  WRONG!!!! These brats kidded back and forth about yanking out the pins, Matthew spent more time hustling the cute little nurse that was given the daunting task of removing the pins.  First she removed the cast.  The kids were horrified, truly shocked to see their Mom with a man leg.  The hair on my leg must have been 1/2" long!  Wow.  I thought it was pretty cool.   Now for those of you who don't know, these are almost 3" pins, thicker than I can bend by hand!  They look quite like 'allen keys'.  There are FIVE of the to be pulled out of my foot with NO freezing.  She put her thumb and forefinger about 1/2" apart and said it will hurt that much.  Not believing her.  I gave the kids heck for kidding around at such a time.  I threatened that I would go home first and put on capris before we went Christmas shopping after this fiasco.  They all laughed at me.  Out came the pins, Nick says it was like uncorking a bottle, 1, 2, 3, 4 and finally 5.  That last one actually hurt.  The others were just very, very disgusting.  The feeling is absolute revulsion.  It doesn't really hurt but it feels disgusting.  But, it's over.  A huge hurdle, major hurdle.  No more swelling, no more pinching.  Awesome.  The incision is infected and I will have to take antibiotics for 10 days, I can't weight bear quite yet, three more weeks.  Then I will be able to fully walk!  Heavenly.  Soon I will be back behind the wheel and this will be a very distant nightmare.  When my foot is completely healed I'm gonna kick those kid's butts!  That'll teach 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7661893561264302841?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7661893561264302841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7661893561264302841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7661893561264302841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7661893561264302841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-damn-pins.html' title='Out damn pins!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8851660189850082100</id><published>2007-12-15T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:09:44.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>I have had a lot of time on my hands lately because I can't drive or basically go anywhere.  This has given me too much time to spend looking at pictures or thinking about things that we did together.  I have cried and cried and cried.  Christmas is difficult, I'm trying really hard to be excited about cooking dinner for all of the kids on Christmas day.  I have barely started my shopping.  When I start feeling sorry for myself I get even angrier with myself because there are so many people in this world with so much less that I have or with handicaps that won't be fixed in a month or so.  Still  I find myself feeling sorry for myself and thinking about 'what was' too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received a Christmas card from my wonderful Aunt Joyce.  She included a special little clipping just for me.  It has come at the perfect time.  It made me cry but it also kicked my butt a little bit and made me understand what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can shed tears that he is gone or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can smile because he has lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can close your eyes and pray that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he'll come back, or you can open your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes and see all he's left.  Your heart can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be empty because you can't see him or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can be full of the love you shared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can turn your back on tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and live yesterday, or you can be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for tomorrow because of yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can remember him and only that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's gone, or you can cherish his memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let it live on.  You can cry and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;close your mind, be emptly and turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your back, or you can do what he'd &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;want; smile, open your eyes, love and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8851660189850082100?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8851660189850082100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8851660189850082100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8851660189850082100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8851660189850082100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/12/because.html' title='Because'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-888069644386983745</id><published>2007-11-27T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:11:53.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up Doctor Appointment</title><content type='html'>5 weeks post accident, 2 1/2 weeks post surgery.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rWXBdwiXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zJOFTw0tOhE/s1600-h/Nov+27+07.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150664814870169970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rWXBdwiXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zJOFTw0tOhE/s320/Nov+27+07.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas and I reported to the fracture clinic at the appointed time of 1:20 p.m. We finally were called in after 3:00 !!!&lt;br /&gt;They removed my slab cast as I suspected. I was really afraid to look at my foot! I couldn't get over how tiny my leg was. All of the calf muscle is gone. My foot was UGLY! I did a bunch of quick glances until I could really look at it. The incision is about 4" long down the centre of the top of my foot. It held 10 stitches that were removed. Along the inside of my foot are three pins and two more on the outside of my foot. That was really gross to look at. They did an xray. Dr. Petrisor is happy with the results. I told him that my middle little piggie wasn't moving like the others. He's not too concerned, he gave them a wiggle and they don't hurt. He gave his nod of approval overall and they proceeded to put a full cast back on me. This sucker is a little bit heavier and a little bit less forgiving to swelling. I will have to be extra careful of that. We got home just before 5:00!!!&lt;br /&gt;Things are in place and I finally am going to work tomorrow. This will be the first time (except the 1/2 day between Buenes Aires and the accident) since October 5th!!!!!! The wheel chair has been delivered to work, I have an account with a Taxi company and it's full steam ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! If I were a bettin' woman (ya! that's funny) I am not going to be so happy heading to work by Thursday, Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-888069644386983745?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/888069644386983745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=888069644386983745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/888069644386983745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/888069644386983745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/11/follow-up-doctor-appointment.html' title='Follow up Doctor Appointment'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/R3rWXBdwiXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zJOFTw0tOhE/s72-c/Nov+27+07.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7017940587854659781</id><published>2007-11-23T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:35:07.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's been one month since the accident. I had my surgery 2 weeks ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen enough "who's your baby's daddy" shows, I've bashed in enough walls, doors and cupboards with my wheel chair, I have cried more than ever because I miss David so freekin' much and I have struggled up and down stairs enough to last a million damn life times but do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American's celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday. I listened to people listing the multitude of things they were thankful for this year. I started to say I was thankful for NOTHING this year until I thought a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories&lt;br /&gt;My Nick&lt;br /&gt;My Matt&lt;br /&gt;My Mom&lt;br /&gt;My Cindy&lt;br /&gt;My Shelley &amp;amp; John&lt;br /&gt;All of my nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;All of my Aunts, Uncles and cousins&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;My work&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors&lt;br /&gt;My strength&lt;br /&gt;My stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;My undying, rediculous beyond words, positive attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am blessed. With one month behind me and a little bit more to go I will come out of this and hopefully, hopefully be on a path of eternal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7017940587854659781?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7017940587854659781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7017940587854659781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7017940587854659781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7017940587854659781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One Month Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8688210891780547933</id><published>2007-11-03T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:13:29.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Left to go stir crazy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Our wonderful health care system has put my surgery off till Friday the 9th!  That will be 17 days since the accident!  I am going nuts sitting around with nothing to do!  It is really amazing how we take things in our life for granted.  Just walking out the door is impossible.  Just getting up to get something to eat is exhausting.  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8688210891780547933?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8688210891780547933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8688210891780547933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8688210891780547933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8688210891780547933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/11/left-to-go-stir-crazy.html' title='Left to go stir crazy!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7856561307582046645</id><published>2007-10-31T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:33:05.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisfranc injury</title><content type='html'>Well, I got home from Buenes Aires on Monday, Oct 22nd.  I went to work on Tuesday not feeling very well because of the bug I caught in Buenes Aires.  I thought I may have strep throat so I made an appointment with my Doc for Tuesday afternoon.  On my way back to work I got in a horrible, basically head on, accident.  I saw it coming and remember thinking, Oh God this is going to be bad.  Right away I knew my foot was messed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to the hospital via ambulance.  I found out that all the 'long bones' in my right foot were broken away from the joints closer to my heel.  This injury is refered to as a "lisfranc" injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital for a week waiting for the swelling to subside, then they decided that the doc I had was not comfortable doing my surgery. He recommended that I go to another hospital where the doc there dealt with this kind of injury.   My Mom and I went there yesterday and found out they can't do the surgery till next Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some research and listening to the doc, this is not for the light hearted.  I will be completely off my feet for two months!  We'll see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this leaves me a lot of time to blog.  I'll keep you all updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7856561307582046645?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7856561307582046645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7856561307582046645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7856561307582046645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7856561307582046645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/10/lisfranc-injury.html' title='Lisfranc injury'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3108132084733298770</id><published>2007-10-12T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:09:59.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuppo de Vino</title><content type='html'>The newest addition to my Spanish vocab...ah...but it almost did me in yesterday. Only one cuppo de vino and I was ready to speak to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;This experience is definately making me step outside my comfort zone but with Shelley coaxing me on and certainly the cuppo de vino it makes me so much braver!&lt;br /&gt;Another new day stretches before me, pass the cuppo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3108132084733298770?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3108132084733298770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3108132084733298770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3108132084733298770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3108132084733298770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/10/cuppo-de-vino.html' title='Cuppo de Vino'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3232129374865341689</id><published>2007-10-11T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:52:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ola from Argentina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working hard learning Spanish. Here are some of the new additions (ignore the spelling, speech is hard enough) to my vocab. Shelley made me order my own coffee and sandwich yesterday! He actually understood me. I go into panic if he asks any question though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola = Hi&lt;br /&gt;Cafe con leche = Coffee with milk&lt;br /&gt;Bestitos = little kisses&lt;br /&gt;Tostados = awesome ham and cheese sandwich&lt;br /&gt;gratias = thank you&lt;br /&gt;mucho gratias = thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;bano = bathroom&lt;br /&gt;casa = house&lt;br /&gt;no hablo espanol = I DON"T SPEAK SPANISH&lt;br /&gt;hermano = sister&lt;br /&gt;tia = aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother blogging daily, just follow our daily happenings on Shelley's blog at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theargentinaexperiment.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theargentinaexperiment.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3232129374865341689?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3232129374865341689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3232129374865341689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3232129374865341689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3232129374865341689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/10/ola-from-argentina.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2190751093975709333</id><published>2007-08-19T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:53:55.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, family</title><content type='html'>Last night my cousin Val and sista Cindy went out for dinner.  We tried a local Thai restaurant that David and I often said we were going to try but never did.  It was fantastic.  We hit the liquor store first though to stock up on wine.  When we got home we just sat around, drank wine and talked and talked.  Cindy went home before midnight but Val and I stayed up much later.  It was fun just connecting to family...again.  Sorry Shelley, but Val also fell in love with Bailey.  I don't understand you guys! &lt;br /&gt;Today all of the kids are coming for dinner.  I am looking forward to another full house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2190751093975709333?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2190751093975709333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2190751093975709333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2190751093975709333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2190751093975709333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/08/again-family.html' title='Again, family'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-217091851279809715</id><published>2007-08-07T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:23:08.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free</title><content type='html'>Don't grieve for me now, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I followed the path life had for me&lt;br /&gt;I fought the battle with all my might&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave here without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not stay another day&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to love, to work or play&lt;br /&gt;Tasks left undone must stay that way&lt;br /&gt;I've found that peace at close of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If parting has left a void,&lt;br /&gt;Then fill it with remembered joy&lt;br /&gt;A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, these things I too will miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not burdened with times of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My life's been full, I've savored much&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my time seemed all too brief&lt;br /&gt;Don't lengthen it now with undue grief&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hearts and share with me&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate my life because now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love I have received from everyone.  A very, very special thank you to Shelley who took time out of her life to stay with me and be an unbelievable support, to Cindy who made sure the sisterhood stayed alive and to my Mom who loves me so much.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt; This is where I got all my strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-217091851279809715?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/217091851279809715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=217091851279809715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/217091851279809715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/217091851279809715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m Free'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-735936002537934432</id><published>2007-07-21T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T04:41:22.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One obsticle over</title><content type='html'>David was admitted to the hospital yesterday to have fluid drained from his chest.  He has been in constant "discomfort" for the past few weeks.  One of the results of his CT is he has this fluid.  Yesterday they drained almost 2 litres!!!! Who knew your poor chest was capable of holding this much fluid?  How horrible it must have been for him.  As soon as the first litre was drained he was, by far, more comfortable.  They are slowly draining the rest of it over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending my days at the hospital but I will be reading and printing out all well wishes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all for the love.  You may think we're not leaning on you but, trust me, we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-735936002537934432?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/735936002537934432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=735936002537934432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/735936002537934432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/735936002537934432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-obsticle-over.html' title='One obsticle over'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5483233946046730232</id><published>2007-07-06T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:19:02.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to slap me upside the head....</title><content type='html'>If I EVER complain that I am bored or my life is boring please slap me upside the head. I yearn for the day that I have nothing to do or nothing to worry about. Actually I feel like the inside of me is like a child throwing a hissy fit. Life is so friggin unfair! People hurt each other on purpose, good people get hurt bad and others get sick, other people just go missing from your life when you need them so much! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;If you see yourself in this picture know that I love you but just wish there was nothing to worry about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5483233946046730232?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5483233946046730232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5483233946046730232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5483233946046730232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5483233946046730232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/07/permission-to-slap-me-upside-head.html' title='Permission to slap me upside the head....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2298102293638529633</id><published>2007-06-14T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:14:04.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little girl</title><content type='html'>With Father's Day approaching, here is a story I remember about me and my Dad (who had the misfortune of only having girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 12 or 13 my Dad decided to sell his old station wagon. He decided that if we helped him  keep the car clean we would split the profits of selling it. I guess he knew the old jelopy wasn't worth much. I can't remember if my sisters took part in this windfall or not, but I took on the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed forever finally we had a phone call that someone was interested in the car and would be by later that evening to look at it. I was thrilled. I also happened to have been left home alone that day with not much to do. So...I went out to inspect our sparkling gold mine. I lifted the hood and was horrified at the filth of the engine. I decided to put in a few hours of elbow grease and soap to get rid of the yucky grease! That baby was sparkling inside as much as outside when I was done. I was so proud of the work I had done, I had earned my share of the profits! Well my Dad wasn't so impressed when he got home from work and tried to start the car. All my efforts had flooded the car bad. When the guy came to look at the car it still wouldn't start! I learned something valuable that day about cars ... :) ...they need yucky grease!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember the end of the story but that guy didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to the amazing Dads I know, have a wonderful Father's Day and teach your girly girls about that yucky grease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2298102293638529633?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2298102293638529633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2298102293638529633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2298102293638529633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2298102293638529633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/06/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little girl'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4916176851973611666</id><published>2007-06-13T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:46:09.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my love is 48</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know your day will be filled with sunshine and love.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4916176851973611666?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4916176851973611666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4916176851973611666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4916176851973611666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4916176851973611666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-my-love-is-48.html' title='Today my love is 48'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2890046799453000976</id><published>2007-06-10T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:38:26.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy is so inspirational....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mpablog.typepad.com/david_foster/"&gt;http://mpablog.typepad.com/david_foster/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you want to know what David is going through ....I stumbled on this guy's blog somehow last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for reasons I am convinced. It was so validating to read what this David was going through.  My David is currently taking "Nexavar" just like David Foster had and they shared so many similar challenges.  It gave me a lot of comfort. It seems that he has a spirit so similar to John's, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him an e-mail to tell him a bit about my story and to thank him for giving a piece of himself at a time when he is facing so many personal challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find it as uplifting as we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2890046799453000976?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2890046799453000976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2890046799453000976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2890046799453000976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2890046799453000976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-guy-is-so-inspirational.html' title='This guy is so inspirational....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7412627917739206469</id><published>2007-06-07T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:52:53.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN SHORT YEARS AGO HE BECAME A TEENAGER!</title><content type='html'>Now my baby is 23.  I a very proud of him.  He is horribly responsible, incredibly mature, wonderfully handsome and I'm not even bragging.  Hugs and kisses to you.  I love you.  xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7412627917739206469?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7412627917739206469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7412627917739206469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7412627917739206469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7412627917739206469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/06/ten-short-years-ago-he-became-teenager.html' title='TEN SHORT YEARS AGO HE BECAME A TEENAGER!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6207648607933286718</id><published>2007-05-30T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:26:19.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be crying this time next year</title><content type='html'>but today I am the luckiest person ever. I woke up to a kiss and a card from the love of my life and look forward to seeing RiverDance tonight. I got to work and my Aunt brought me flowers from her garden, I got phone call after phone call from my Momma, my sisters, my boys, my other Aunt and an email from my auntie and from my cousin. Just when I thought it was safe to start working my big barreling boys walked through the office with a Tim Horton Cheese Cake, with candles, singing Happy Birthday with my boss and his wife in tow. My eldest told my to count the candles because they had a significance. Well I was in shock because they had so lovingly gone to all of this trouble. As I counted the candles, starry eyed, I counted '12'. Today I am 49. I couldn't see the significance. Nick was quick to tell me that "Oh ya, '12' months till I am 50!!! Damn kids!! Some day....Tomorrow my sister and niece are taking me to my favorite Italian restaurant. With any luck I can extend this birthday into the weekend!!!!! I feel very loved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT YEAR I'M NOT PLAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6207648607933286718?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6207648607933286718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6207648607933286718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6207648607933286718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6207648607933286718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-be-crying-this-time-next-year.html' title='I will be crying this time next year'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7926291176167962868</id><published>2007-05-25T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:28:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!!!!! Found a LIFE!!!!</title><content type='html'>We're off to Casino Rama tomorrow morning to spend the night! Gonna see &lt;a href="http://www.styxworld.com/"&gt;"STYX"&lt;/a&gt; in concert. Hopefully come home with bag loads of money! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7926291176167962868?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7926291176167962868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7926291176167962868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7926291176167962868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7926291176167962868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohoo-found-life.html' title='WooHoo!!!!! Found a LIFE!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6924321335926045597</id><published>2007-05-22T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:29:02.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really would love to blog but...</title><content type='html'>I HAVE NO LIFE! Here's today so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up had coffee and made lunch&lt;br /&gt;Got weighed (Swiss Chalet, Mandarin and Pizza Hut uggggg)&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed and packed gym bag&lt;br /&gt;Worked (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;Played poker at lunch, lost 1, won 1&lt;br /&gt;Working now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, aren't you glad you're all caught up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have something nicer to say tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6924321335926045597?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6924321335926045597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6924321335926045597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6924321335926045597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6924321335926045597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-would-love-to-blog-but.html' title='I really would love to blog but...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8375458926410509774</id><published>2007-05-17T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:43:10.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get it out of my head</title><content type='html'>The other day I was watching Oprah and she had on this beautiful girl who was brought up in a cult, was able to finally free herself from the cult.  She and her friends played music in the subway of New York because music is her passion.  She wrote a letter to Oprah when she was trying to free herself from the cult but never sent the letter.  Instead she made it into a song.  It is so catchy.  Hope you can find it.  I got it from Limewire.  Her name is Susan Cagle and the song is called "Dear Oprah".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8375458926410509774?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8375458926410509774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8375458926410509774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8375458926410509774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8375458926410509774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-get-it-out-of-my-head.html' title='Can&apos;t get it out of my head'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-692456291297606673</id><published>2007-05-13T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:18:48.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO ALL MOMMAS.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my Momma for loving me so much.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-692456291297606673?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/692456291297606673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=692456291297606673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/692456291297606673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/692456291297606673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mommas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2033714727540754150</id><published>2007-05-12T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:20:46.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10.4</title><content type='html'>Finally!  I broke the 10 lb. mark.  It's taken me 6 1/2 wks.  I go to the gym about 5 times a week.  I am eating pretty healthy and taking my vitamins.  I feel a pretty good about it.  Tons more energy.  I even started running on the tread mill.  I have a selection of 9 songs that takes me the 30 minutes.  The 2nd, 5th and 9th song I run.  They are..&lt;br /&gt;Crazy - Knarles Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha - Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;I like the way - Body Rockers&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is why I haven't been blogging as much lately...I have no life.  I go to work, go to the gym and come home exhausted.  Oh well.  I'll ease up a bit when I've lost 40 lbs.  Eeeek! gotta go the gym....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2033714727540754150?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2033714727540754150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2033714727540754150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2033714727540754150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2033714727540754150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/104.html' title='10.4'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8496622834402360881</id><published>2007-05-07T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:54:55.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful weekend. Weather was so beautiful. Saturday morning I did all my laundry while David was at work. I managed to upload a beautiful relaxation yoga (song?) on my mp3. I sat out in the back yard and listed to it. I went to the gym in the late afternoon, we made a nice dinner and relaxed in the evening. Sunday (stood up for coffee by the boy) we left first thing to go up to 400 FleaMarket up near Barrie. We walked around there for a few hours without buying too much (I wasn't allowed to spend $30.00 on sunglasses for the dogs!  They were sooooo cute). We took the scenic route home (I napped) and stopped to buy some fresh strip loins for dinner. BBQ'd the steaks while I made potato salad and corn on the cob. Fresh strawberries finished the dinner. I could never give up red meat!&lt;br /&gt;David is feeling pretty good these days. He is a little achy and the drive up north got him feeling a little siezed up but otherwise has been having some pretty good days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8496622834402360881?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8496622834402360881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8496622834402360881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8496622834402360881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8496622834402360881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-weekend.html' title='Beautiful Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3591603942303690503</id><published>2007-05-04T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:54:52.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Train Flunky</title><content type='html'>You know, my Mom constantly talks about not knowing how to do stuff on the computer. I have to say I think she knows more than me in many respects. The older I get the more technology intimidates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I bought an MP3 player for the gym. Thought it would be a good idea. Wasn't really sure how to get music into the frickin thing but figured if kids could do it so could I...Couldn't figure it out no how! I called my oldest son. I could hear him rolling his eyes! He told me to just give him a list and he would do it for me. That wasn't really what I wanted but instant gratification won over. Eventually I figured out how to add music to it. Eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then David thought my MP3 was so cool, he wanted one. He, of course, got a more expensive one than mine. We spent a week of sheer frustration and two visits back to BestBuy before we figured out how to get music into the damn thing. And...it really is easy once you know how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent over $500.00 a few years ago on a theatre system. Got it home, all proud. We have never heard it work...can't figure it out! We've had a few friends look at it...they can't figure it out either. They have no vested interest in it working of course so they don't waste a lot of time on it. We bought a 54" TV just before the theatre system thing...it works but it's HD and I'm scared to death to approach the cable company to ask about utilizing the HD part. I'd like to know more about a PVR or whatever that is that everyone talks about but I don't know where to start.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right up to date on eight tracks, record players, cassettes, video recorders and DVD's, I don't know where I fell of the TechTrain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3591603942303690503?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3591603942303690503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3591603942303690503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3591603942303690503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3591603942303690503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/05/techtrain.html' title='Tech Train Flunky'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-4804848155836739516</id><published>2007-04-27T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:50:25.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One month gym anniverary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I made it!  One whole month of going to the gym!  My goal was to lose 10 lbs.  Only made 8 of that.  Not too bad.  I had my assessment last week.  She told me that I wasn't eating enough!  She said I was eating the wrong stuff.  She gave me hell for the amount of salt I was eating!  I am addicted to Strubb's pickles...no more :(  She suggested I eat more protein.  She even suggested a glass of wine now and then.  Wow.  My problem has been my damn blood pressure.  She couldn't even finish the assessment because my blood pressure was something like 180/120!  It's never been that high.  She told me I would have to go to my doctor to get clearance to use weights.  That was on the 20th.  I my low impact aerobic class on the 24th.  During class I became dizzy and felt sick and felt like I was going to pass out.  I slowed down until the feeling passed but it was aweful.  When I got home I took my blood pressure and it had crashed...105/70 or something like that!  Hopefully, with my doctors help, loosing weight and going to the gym I can get off blood pressure meds altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My goal for next month is 10 more pounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-4804848155836739516?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/4804848155836739516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=4804848155836739516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4804848155836739516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/4804848155836739516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-month-gym-anniverary.html' title='One month gym anniverary!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7849079876628599548</id><published>2007-04-22T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T07:45:44.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson James...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back from University&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7849079876628599548?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7849079876628599548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7849079876628599548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7849079876628599548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7849079876628599548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/tyson-james.html' title='Tyson James...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1529234161475965414</id><published>2007-04-19T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:21:38.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT BIG HUG &amp; KISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is filled with fun and happiness&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1529234161475965414?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1529234161475965414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1529234161475965414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1529234161475965414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1529234161475965414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-big-hug-kiss.html' title='GREAT BIG HUG &amp; KISS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7223915352185199518</id><published>2007-04-18T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:37:43.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They still call</title><content type='html'>My cousin blogged about her kids watching TV too much.  It got me to thinking about what kind of mother I am.  Like her, I started out wanting the very best for my babies.   Their father and I decided I would stay home with them in the beginning.  I loved every minute of it even though we sure could have used the extra income.  I think it was worth it.  Unfortunately circumstances happen that are beyond our control.  There are so many regrets that I have and that I would change if I could in a heart beat.  I feel so responsible for a lot of the struggles my kids have.  If only....I'm guessing a lot of parents feel this way.  Bottom line is most of us do the very best we can given the circumstances we are dealt.  Both boys still call me almost every day (and not just cause they need something!).  I am loved despite it all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7223915352185199518?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7223915352185199518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7223915352185199518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7223915352185199518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7223915352185199518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-still-call.html' title='They still call'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1184214505908005283</id><published>2007-04-18T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:25:12.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time - Followup</title><content type='html'>Well, the game started at 7:00.  I left right after work (5:00) to sign up.  Too late, Todd got there just before me and got the last spot.  We called Larry and Mandy but they were already on their way. &lt;br /&gt;We got to play a side table though.  Eight players.  $20.00 each.  I came in 4th.  Not too bad for my first time!  Mandy came in 5th, Larry came in 3rd and Todd won.  We all did well.&lt;br /&gt;As suspected, the multi denomonational chips were a lot of work trying to remember how much they were worth and how much I was supposed to be putting in the pot.  I guess that will come with practice.&lt;br /&gt;My luck...the place is closing down for renovations till mid May.  We will return though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1184214505908005283?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1184214505908005283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1184214505908005283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1184214505908005283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1184214505908005283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-time-followup.html' title='My first time - Followup'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5498145777800760831</id><published>2007-04-13T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:41:52.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time...</title><content type='html'>I think I have posted before about playing poker at lunch time. Four of us have been doing so for the past year or more. Tonight we are going to a "real" game. I am very nervous. It's a $20.00 buy in. I have never played with multi-denomonation chips and I have never played with people I don't know. I have so much fun playing at lunch time but this takes it to a new level...wish me luck! I'll keep you 'posted'. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy, happy birthday to Uncle Leigh today and cousin Brent on Sunday. xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5498145777800760831?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5498145777800760831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5498145777800760831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5498145777800760831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5498145777800760831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-8503567499126887244</id><published>2007-04-12T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:40:31.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do women know about that?</title><content type='html'>There are times in a man's life when the term 'significant shrinkage' is considered a bad thing, not for my hunny.  In our case that is what the recent CT scan showed!!!!! David has been taking a new chemo drug since January. This was the first CT since then. We were beyond petrified (David especially) going to the meeting yesterday for the results. Our doctor came in and said congratulations there was "SIGNIFICANT SHRINKAGE". We are so relieved..this horrible roller coaster of a journey. Today, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-8503567499126887244?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/8503567499126887244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=8503567499126887244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8503567499126887244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/8503567499126887244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-update.html' title='Do women know about that?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6131285563764664417</id><published>2007-04-05T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:10:39.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew</title><content type='html'>Matthew is fine. We couldn't get anything out last night. They will reassess today but it doesn't look good in the near future. He is with his wonderful brother &amp; sister in law. He is stressed about getting all his things out of the apartment though. This is the article in the Spec today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/RhUCQlbFnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/eF8YC75_v-I/s1600-h/April+4,+2007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049945041112768242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/RhUCQlbFnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/eF8YC75_v-I/s320/April+4,+2007.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4833643790970600946-6131285563764664417?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6131285563764664417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6131285563764664417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6131285563764664417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6131285563764664417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/matthew.html' title='Matthew'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/RhUCQlbFnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/eF8YC75_v-I/s72-c/April+4,+2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-619370717372564458</id><published>2007-04-02T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:25:17.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Smelly,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope the clouds part and the sun shines bright on your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;I love you tons, wish I was there to give&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you a big hug &amp;amp; kiss&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-619370717372564458?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/619370717372564458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=619370717372564458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/619370717372564458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/619370717372564458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-smelly.html' title='Hey Smelly,'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3735657785830408634</id><published>2007-03-29T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:56:30.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legs Alive</title><content type='html'>Legs frickin' dead - I thought this would be the 'easiest' class - (moaning... m o a n i n g)  I better be smokin' frickin' hot by the summer for all of this agony.  I did loose 2.3 lbs. so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3735657785830408634?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3735657785830408634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3735657785830408634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3735657785830408634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3735657785830408634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/legs-alive.html' title='Legs Alive'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-9053194071460458817</id><published>2007-03-28T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:00:36.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga On The Ball</title><content type='html'>Tonight is 'Yoga on the Ball'. How hard can that be? I'll keep you posted...if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It was very difficult (balancing) but very relaxing too. Some of the class made me sweat but mostly it was just balance and stretching. At the end of the class (53 minutes) we laid flat out for 7 minutes and listened to a tape of the ocean. This class will benefit my flexibility without killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-9053194071460458817?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/9053194071460458817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=9053194071460458817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/9053194071460458817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/9053194071460458817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/yoga-on-ball.html' title='Yoga On The Ball'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6146619135154980044</id><published>2007-03-27T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:35:14.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LowGo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"moderate intensity class that includes non-impact aerobics, muscle endurance and stretching segments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I would die!  I can hardly walk tonight, tomorrow I will roll out of bed for work I am sure.  Ouch! Oh! Ew!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow..."Yoga on the Ball"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6146619135154980044?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6146619135154980044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6146619135154980044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6146619135154980044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6146619135154980044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/lowgo.html' title='LowGo'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2592283389809067422</id><published>2007-03-26T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:10:20.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm joining a gym tonight.....</title><content type='html'>Wish me luck.  My goal is to lose about 50 lbs. in 2 weeks!   I know, I know....let me dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2592283389809067422?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2592283389809067422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2592283389809067422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2592283389809067422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2592283389809067422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-joining-gym-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m joining a gym tonight.....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5592784422840462783</id><published>2007-03-24T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:43:27.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful impromptu (?) party at Faye's.  Actually Faye was one of the few people who weren't there!  No true, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were going to be crashing a small party of Joyce &amp; Larry, Marilee, Ashlee and her boyfriend.  As it turned out Larry &amp; Rochelle, Val &amp;amp; Rob and the kids, David &amp; Erma, Adam &amp;amp; Yvonne, Brent &amp; Mary were all there.  We drank tons of wine (sorry Faye, don't forget to stock up on the way home) and laughed a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny really how wonderful it was.  With friends you are always aware of pretenses I guess.  With family all of that doesn't matter.  It's just warm and comfortable.  I am often accused of being anti-social.  Somewhat of a trait I inherited from my father I guess.  But there is a lot to be said for the love and ease of family.  It doesn't happen often enough. &lt;br /&gt;David, Cindy and I went to another get together at Linda's today for Joyce's birthday.  I saw relatives I hadn't seen for too long.  I fell in love with Leslie's youngest "Sadie".  She'll be 3 in a few days.  Marilee and I fought for cuddle time.  What a beautiful angel.  I have to say I fell in love with Marilee too.  You know, living and growing up in different provinces we haven't had a lot of time together.  Somehow, the connection happens regardless.  I know I have said it a million times and I will probably say it a million times more but family is very deep.  What a wonderful weekend.    Happy birthday to a timeless beauty,  I hope you enjoyed all of this half as much as I did.  (I know this will make Mom and Shelley cry...they missed out on a ton of fun, missed y'all xoxoxoxo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5592784422840462783?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5592784422840462783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5592784422840462783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5592784422840462783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5592784422840462783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7176547264973598432</id><published>2007-03-21T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:57:19.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Joyce</title><content type='html'>Friday will be my Aunt's birthday. She will be 75 (I think). That is so unbelievable to me. She is an absolutely beautiful woman. She should be the poster child for Dove (you know those commercials?). Here are some of my favorite memories with Joyce;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced until I was 16! My parents wouldn't let me. Finally when I turned 16 I had them done. Aunt Joyce took me out to buy my first real pair of ear rings. They were so beautiful. They were delicate little swirls of gold wire. I actually found one of them at the bottom of an old jewellery box (Niagara Falls - gift to my Mom from my Dad on their honeymoon) the other day. It meant a lot to me that she took the time out of her life to make it so special for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to go out to their country home when I was a kid. There was a set of stairs that you pull down from the ceiling that took you up to their attic. I loved exploring up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to work with Joyce. I remember one time some co-workers and I were laughing at my cousin about something stupid she did. I remember seeing Auntie Joyce with her finger out, beconing me over to give me heck for being mean to a family member. Always the Mother hen, always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember going golfing with Joyce and Faye after work. I was so excited that they would include me in this ritual. We all sucked at golf I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, going to their house now with David. We have so much fun up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Auntie Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;Love and Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7176547264973598432?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7176547264973598432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7176547264973598432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7176547264973598432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7176547264973598432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/auntie-joyce.html' title='Auntie Joyce'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6518259311747076644</id><published>2007-03-16T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:11:01.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please read this</title><content type='html'>I often get emails about protecting yourself from fraud and people trying to compromise your identity. I guess I am pretty niave. I always thought people were just way too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email yesterday from "Royal Bank". It said that different computers were trying to access my accounts with many failed passwords before the logon. There was a website to go to that wanted me to confirm my passwords etc. It looked very legit. It was an RBC.com address.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I do not bank with RBC. I have not been on any RBC web sites. I sent this email to our provider's spam assassin with a note explaining that I do not bank with RBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me a reply today that if I put my mouse over this link without clicking on it I would see that it takes me to quite a different site than what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that you can change the destination of any link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, DO NOT follow any links via email. If you are curious, call the bank or go to their website from your google bar. NEVER through links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty scarey when it hits home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6518259311747076644?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6518259311747076644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6518259311747076644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6518259311747076644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6518259311747076644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-read-this.html' title='Please read this'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-1105199626880538258</id><published>2007-03-13T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:55:51.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It can ALWAYS be worse</title><content type='html'>It's funny how we always think that 'today's' tragedy is the worst possible thing that can happen to us.  Somehow that always seems to be outdone by the next tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that we are so much stronger that we give ourselves credit for.   If we only remember the saying "this too shall pass" because it always does.  Even the most difficult and challenging tragedies have a way of either working themselves out or becoming a managable part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who jokes that we are given X amount of crap to deal with in a lifetime.  Sometimes that is spread over a long and relatively happy existance.  Other times (mine) it is in a very concentrated time.  Therefore, if her theory is correct, I am in for an exciting and spectacular future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,  it CAN always be worse.  &lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out. &lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to everyone, you never know where their 'crap' level is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-1105199626880538258?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/1105199626880538258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=1105199626880538258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1105199626880538258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/1105199626880538258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-can-always-be-worse.html' title='It can ALWAYS be worse'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5068575250947553258</id><published>2007-03-09T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:03:32.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll up the Rim to Win</title><content type='html'>Finally....after two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON A FREE COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have to be Canadian to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5068575250947553258?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5068575250947553258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5068575250947553258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5068575250947553258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5068575250947553258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/roll-up-rim-to-win.html' title='Roll up the Rim to Win'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-2087329986551689668</id><published>2007-03-08T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:40:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I think of all the women in my life, Mom, Cindy, Shelley, Dana, Donna, Denise, Natasha, Sharon, Faye, Joyce, Donna, Marilee, Jackie, Aeron, Lisette, Nicole, etc. etc. I think it is funny to have "International Women's Day". All of my women are strong and independant forces. There is no question in my mind that females are the strongest yet most compassionate species. It is silly to designate a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if having "International Women's Day" gives me the opportunity to tell my women that I love them...so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am woman, hear me roar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-2087329986551689668?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/2087329986551689668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=2087329986551689668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2087329986551689668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/2087329986551689668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/international-womens-day.html' title='International Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-6070065822413360828</id><published>2007-03-05T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:12:05.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With the kids both not living at home I found that I ached just to see their faces. I hear from them frequently on the phone but it just isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always amazed me how different two kids can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning the older one would learn things himself without being taught really. He was interested in brief cases and suits and ties by the time he was a mere 4 years old. He didn't excel in school, only because he is also kind of lazy and was happy sailing through with mediocre marks. He never really caused me any grief. The only conflicts we had were because he always thought he was more mature that he really was, challenged authority because he thought he was on par with us. He is very serious and calculating. There is a genuine sensitivity there but sometimes he masks that with a cool aloofness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the other one. Right from the beginning that kid's hands and actions were lightening fast. He was always into some kind of mischief. I never knew what would happen every day I woke up, but I knew something would. He lit Kleenex on fire to see how it would burn, he pulled the fire alarm at school, he lit fire crackers off IN HIS MOUTH!, and on and on. He would be suspended from school on a fairly regular basis. I would see BOARD OF EDUCATION on call display at work and just cringe! The school tried to tell me that he had ADHD. I had him tested many times. He's not. When we did homework in the evening it would always end in screaming fits and pencils and pens would go flying. He excelled in Karate. He ended up with a blue belt before he quit. He just happens to march to a very odd drummer. He has fun. He has an amazing heart that he wears proudly on his sleeve and he just wants to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to have coffee together every Sunday just to stay connected. At first it was just me and Matthew. Yesterday, Nicholas joined us. Matthew had on a pair of over sized track pants and some kind of rapper t-shirt. Nicholas was dressed in a suit and trench coat. Some things never change. Just the three of us. They regaled me with stories that made me cringe. They banter back and forth with each in awe of the differences between them but loving each other because of that I think. They will never ever know how much all of it that means to me and they will never ever know how much I love them both. Each of them annoy the hell out of me in very different ways but I wouldn't want it any other way...I lied...I would ...but they won't listen to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-6070065822413360828?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/6070065822413360828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=6070065822413360828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6070065822413360828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/6070065822413360828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/03/coffee-time.html' title='Coffee Time'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-3167392003453090940</id><published>2007-02-26T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:06:08.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And you kiss your Mother with those lips?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First I must preface this blog by reminding you that I grew up in a house with 2 sisters - NO brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very little my Dad would come home from work and drop his duffle bag at the front door. I used to love going through it because it always contained such foreign treasures...he used to keep such silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to encourage firemen (yes, 'back in the day' they were always men!) to keep physically fit when they weren't fighting fires. They played ping pong and stuff like that. In hind sight, I guess some of the sports were a little more "contact" than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the duffle bag. I reached in and found this...thing. I remember thinking it was shaped like a dust mask. It even had a nice soft felt fabric that cushioned my face when I put it on. I searched further in the bag for the strap that held it on your face...I couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I went to ask my Mom &amp;amp; Dad or if they were watching this whole fiasco, they nearly died laughing when they saw me holding this 'mask' on my FACE!!!!! I could never understand why they laughed so hard. It wasn't until much, much later that I found out I had my father's stinky JOCK on my face!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-3167392003453090940?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/3167392003453090940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=3167392003453090940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3167392003453090940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/3167392003453090940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-you-kiss-your-mother-with-those.html' title='And you kiss your Mother with those lips?????'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-5530331977696719565</id><published>2007-02-23T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:55:50.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Fest</title><content type='html'>I am so excited...so lame. We usually do the same old/same old every weekend. Very seldom do we do something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing about an Ice Festival in Toronto (Yorkville) this weekend. Then I remembered David saying he had never been on the subway in Toronto. It got me thinking...hummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will take the Go Train from Burlington to Union Station - then the subway from Union Station to Yorkville! How brilliant! All of this for about $45.00 round trip for both of us!  You could hardly drive for that and forget about parking in TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you don't hear from me by Monday please call the subway police or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love adventures! It hardly compares to the Buenes Aires adventure, I know, but this is ours for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-5530331977696719565?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/5530331977696719565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=5530331977696719565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5530331977696719565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/5530331977696719565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-fest.html' title='Ice Fest'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833643790970600946.post-7486275621079388865</id><published>2007-02-21T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:17:25.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cmabrigde Uinervtisy Sduty....</title><content type='html'>I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was also amazingly difficult to re-key!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It says that on '55 people can read this' (which I doubt). Can you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833643790970600946-7486275621079388865?l=kimhammond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/7486275621079388865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833643790970600946&amp;postID=7486275621079388865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7486275621079388865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833643790970600946/posts/default/7486275621079388865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimhammond.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-get-over-this.html' title='Cmabrigde Uinervtisy Sduty....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15851457085488139507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhDEAiliy7k/ScgoY8VKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jvyGgCJabKk/S220/IMG000092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
