<?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-3949166817181127355</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:47:51.351+01:00</updated><category term='fun'/><category term='dating'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='food'/><category term='UFC'/><category term='karma'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>My kitschy life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-2114749986957619395</id><published>2011-09-27T15:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:36:44.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I heard that your dreams came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That for me it isn't over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"I'll remember", you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You know how the time flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Only yesterday it was the time of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We were born and raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In a summer haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;No worries or cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Regrets and mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;They are memories made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"I'll remember", you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ADELE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-2114749986957619395?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2114749986957619395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=2114749986957619395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2114749986957619395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2114749986957619395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-heard-that-youre-settled-down-that.html' title=''/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8171838009119858083</id><published>2010-10-28T02:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:31:38.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us world's apart&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the years that were erased&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that they'd mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I see the shadows of your face&lt;br /&gt;Just know that wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us world's apart&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8171838009119858083?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8171838009119858083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8171838009119858083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8171838009119858083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8171838009119858083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-31355598444285606</id><published>2010-08-02T04:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:57:12.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Found and lost again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I found God... on the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the West... was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone... smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Where've you been?"... He said, "Ask anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you... when everything was falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;All my days... were spent by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;It never rang... and all I needed was a call&lt;br /&gt;That never came... to the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late... you found me, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end... everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;Losing him... the only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;Who I am... who I'm not and who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No way to know... how long he could be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late... you found me, you found me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning... the city breaks&lt;br /&gt;And I've been calling... for years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;And you never left me no messages&lt;br /&gt;You never sent me no letters&lt;br /&gt;You got some kind of nerve... taking all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor... Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late... you found me, you found me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait... to find me, to find me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-31355598444285606?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/31355598444285606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=31355598444285606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/31355598444285606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/31355598444285606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/found-and-lost-again.html' title='Found and lost again'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-323276384673351274</id><published>2010-04-24T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:01:50.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss those blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How you kissed me at night&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we see&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still want you&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close mine&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong to when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm gone with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;(still you're gone)&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-323276384673351274?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/323276384673351274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=323276384673351274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/323276384673351274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/323276384673351274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-those-blue-eyes-how-you-kissed.html' title=''/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-4293507780091840846</id><published>2010-04-12T03:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:36:45.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;You're not worth it babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The trouble you bring the noise you keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't even care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sick of you babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nights wasted I'm through faking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't turn me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't do anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I can't stand the sight of your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I don't even want to hear your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know what I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I ain't seeing it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up this morning, bitterness in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're too high maintenance babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the time you spent trying to fit in and noone even cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so ridiculous babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching you turn as I burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like you're not even there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby don't you try and hold my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you should keep your eyes on your new girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take this chivas instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over your bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't even good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must have been so so so so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are crap, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should keep your eyes on your new little brat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard not to look I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you chivas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-4293507780091840846?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4293507780091840846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=4293507780091840846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4293507780091840846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4293507780091840846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-not-worth-it-babe-trouble-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-7724767853363072718</id><published>2010-04-05T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:31:14.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;when i'm done with thinking, then i'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm done with crying, then i'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;when i feel so tired, then i'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do.&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear it, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear it, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to convince me that what i've done's not right.&lt;br /&gt;i get so frustrated, i stay up every night.&lt;br /&gt;you ask me for an answer, and i'm so tired and i'm up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do.&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear it, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear it, but i'm feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;just because you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;i will be denied.&lt;br /&gt;i could be erased.&lt;br /&gt;i could be brushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;i will get scared, and i will get shoved down,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like i do beause you push me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to ignore you, i've doubted you so long.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of over-thinking, i know you don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm asking questions - no one pushes me around.&lt;br /&gt;everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do.&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear it, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem angry, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-7724767853363072718?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7724767853363072718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=7724767853363072718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7724767853363072718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7724767853363072718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do.html' title='I do.'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-5037382480370734643</id><published>2010-03-04T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:29:53.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>At last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At last my love has come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lonely days are over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At last the skies above are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart was wrapped up in clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night I looked at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I found a dream that I can speak to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dream that I could call my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found a thrill to press my cheek to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thrill that I have never known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You smiled, and then the spell was cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you are mine at last&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-5037382480370734643?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5037382480370734643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=5037382480370734643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/5037382480370734643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/5037382480370734643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-last.html' title='At last'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8179036544459430379</id><published>2010-02-06T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:00:29.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;That face of an angel comes out&lt;br /&gt;Just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;As I pace back and forth all this time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' on,&lt;br /&gt;The days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;I should've known, I should've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was naïve,&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I never really had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake I didnt know to be in love&lt;br /&gt;you had to fight to have the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;This is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;To come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im not your princess&lt;br /&gt;This aint a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna find someone, Some day&lt;br /&gt;Who might actually treat me well.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big world,&lt;br /&gt;That was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rearview mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing now.&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8179036544459430379?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8179036544459430379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8179036544459430379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8179036544459430379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8179036544459430379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-girl.html' title='Stupid girl'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-2886424449365429782</id><published>2009-11-10T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:02:36.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>It's already November!! Holy crap.  Christmas presents are in the works.  I'm getting much inspiration from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34200555&amp;amp;ref=cat2_list_20"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;sewmamasew&lt;/a&gt;. I even went so far to buy the patterns for &lt;a href="http://rosylittlethings.com/walkwoodspattern.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; this year. Who knows if I'll have time to finish them, but it doesn't hurt to start on them.  Planning for Thanksgiving is right around the corner. I will have to make a turkey again this year, but it will be a much toned down version of last year.  No sense in cooking and baking all day just to collapse on the couch utterly exhausted afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas parties for work are all in the planning.  Three so far and a Christmas Ball. Oh, and one for the kiddos I got suckered into organizing. :)  Not really, I love putting stuff together like that. &amp;nbsp;And it is freakin cold outside. Did I mention that! Below freezing most mornings when I make my way to work at 6:30. The Christmas decorations will have to come down from the attic soon, maybe next weekend. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was here again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Svmb00OAvMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D0JHnDMpiag/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Svmb00OAvMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D0JHnDMpiag/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mediterranean outside of Pisa, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-2886424449365429782?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2886424449365429782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=2886424449365429782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2886424449365429782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2886424449365429782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Svmb00OAvMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D0JHnDMpiag/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8572008043986349588</id><published>2009-11-02T20:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:19:46.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Nevermind the face that you put on&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;And nevermind the pain&lt;br /&gt;You've put me ..through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every little thing you say&lt;br /&gt;And every little thing you do&lt;br /&gt;It makes me doubt all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what you did&lt;br /&gt;Is this who you wanted me to be?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what you did&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you wanted it to be?&lt;br /&gt;This life you gave away&lt;br /&gt;Was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the trip that you've been on&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the lies that you told, my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every little thing you said&lt;br /&gt;And every little thing you did&lt;br /&gt;You made me doubt all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can face this pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it inside so you can't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can go on this way, 'cause it's not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;It's not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8572008043986349588?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8572008043986349588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8572008043986349588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8572008043986349588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8572008043986349588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-me.html' title='It&apos;s not me'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-4022651293639993487</id><published>2009-09-24T20:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:03:11.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight its only you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I miss you so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-4022651293639993487?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4022651293639993487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=4022651293639993487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4022651293639993487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4022651293639993487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-without-you.html' title='Here Without You'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8940666283613188463</id><published>2009-04-26T16:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:35:50.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>I am a fool. &lt;br /&gt;I am a toy for your amusement. &lt;br /&gt;I am something to be played with. &lt;br /&gt;I am at your beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8940666283613188463?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8940666283613188463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8940666283613188463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8940666283613188463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8940666283613188463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-7253913378404592134</id><published>2009-04-23T20:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:35:26.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My song this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have enjoyed listening to this song ever since I heard it off the House soundtrack some time last year.  A few month back it gained even more significance to me. Since I became a mom the only two people in this world I have ever sung to sleep are my two little girls.  No, they are the only two I have ever sung to sleep until a few month ago.  It was just a moment in my life that came and went, but I remember it every time I hear this song and it makes me smile.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See The World"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to day&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;'Cos now you're trying to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;With everyone you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Who's lost his composure&lt;br /&gt;You're wounded and playing a waiting game&lt;br /&gt;In no-man's land no-one's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the world&lt;br /&gt;Find an old fashioned girl&lt;br /&gt;And when all's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;It's the things that are given, not won&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that you earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene&lt;br /&gt;With nothing of significance&lt;br /&gt;Besides a shadow of a dream&lt;br /&gt;You sound like an old joke&lt;br /&gt;You're worn out, a bit broken&lt;br /&gt;Asking me time and time again&lt;br /&gt;And the answer's still the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the world&lt;br /&gt;Find an old fashioned girl&lt;br /&gt;And when all's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;It's the things that are given, not won&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that you earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a chance to put things right&lt;br /&gt;So how's it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms now&lt;br /&gt;And put us beyond doubt&lt;br /&gt;So reach out it's not too far away&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around now, don't delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for good measure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Walter Reed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I count the cases piled up high&lt;br /&gt;For the 1:15.&lt;br /&gt;For platform and for passerby&lt;br /&gt;It's the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting while I’m raving,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here worth saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a few things I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;And make no mistake, I'm mad…&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I've had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is hide.&lt;br /&gt;It's graduation day&lt;br /&gt;And everything I learned inside&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem to pay.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill of palm trees&lt;br /&gt;And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few things I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the walking wounded&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few things I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;In my head and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-7253913378404592134?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7253913378404592134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=7253913378404592134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7253913378404592134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7253913378404592134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-song-this-week.html' title='My song this week'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-3068701741844639025</id><published>2009-04-22T21:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:18:44.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Izabel's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>This last week Izabel celebrated her 6th birthday. She got to talk to daddy in Iraq while eating her birthday cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4zUkSkJNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmQKmKr4T2I/s1600-h/P1000490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4zUkSkJNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmQKmKr4T2I/s400/P1000490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327251837657818322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was Izabel's Birthday Party at Yabadoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se40oF-UBrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ip-9JZoO2Wk/s1600-h/P1000518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se40oF-UBrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ip-9JZoO2Wk/s400/P1000518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327253272628823730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Espi and I playing air hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4yqDIc9SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kv9rcfzwAX0/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4yqDIc9SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kv9rcfzwAX0/s400/P1000519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327251107202528546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me loosing to Espi.  She's getting good at scoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se9snES2qMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DwupZTj_ndE/s1600-h/P1000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se9snES2qMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DwupZTj_ndE/s400/P1000492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327596302626105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cutie had a good day.  It was raining outside but all fun inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-3068701741844639025?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3068701741844639025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=3068701741844639025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/3068701741844639025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/3068701741844639025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/izabels-6th-birthday.html' title='Izabel&apos;s 6th Birthday'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4zUkSkJNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmQKmKr4T2I/s72-c/P1000490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-4606766481602325518</id><published>2009-04-21T20:54:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:20:31.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Neuschwanstein Castle</title><content type='html'>Another little weekend trip to the heart of Bavaria. It was a great time. The girls had a blast and so did I.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a7WaKuXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wxFDjF3200o/s1600-h/P1000453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a7WaKuXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wxFDjF3200o/s400/P1000453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225016155814258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our ride up to the castle.  It would have been a long walk and the girls would not have been up to it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a7rJT2TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nM7VUfZPYLg/s1600-h/P1000471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a7rJT2TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nM7VUfZPYLg/s400/P1000471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225021722253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't allow photos or video in the castle because of the copyright laws, but I took this near the gift store so I think it was allowed.  Lugwig had a sincere affinity for swans.  I heard he was gay.  The decor was definitely fruity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ct6SA4gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dY-VMXqxCGY/s1600-h/P1000479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ct6SA4gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dY-VMXqxCGY/s400/P1000479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327226984290378242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Espi on the walk down from the castle. We were gonna catch the little carriage back down the hill but they stopped running at 6pm.  So we walked down and crashed at the hotel later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ZjoK6WXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMftWlUmxzE/s1600-h/P1000449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ZjoK6WXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMftWlUmxzE/s400/P1000449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327223509095176562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other castle near Neuschwanstein Castle,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schloss_Hohenschwangau" title="Schloss Hohenschwangau" class="mw-redirect"&gt; Hohenschwangau Castle&lt;/a&gt;.  We did not go up there but it looked really neat from below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ehuq6lmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9KUzFYsYhSs/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4ehuq6lmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9KUzFYsYhSs/s400/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327228974038423138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izabel and I swinging.  The way the whole weekend went pretty much.  Me smiling.  My cheeks hurt by Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a755NGoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fNUbmpYP7nI/s1600-h/P1000484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a755NGoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fNUbmpYP7nI/s400/P1000484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225025681234562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even on vacation mommy does the dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-4606766481602325518?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4606766481602325518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=4606766481602325518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4606766481602325518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/4606766481602325518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/neuschwanstein-castle.html' title='Neuschwanstein Castle'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Se4a7WaKuXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wxFDjF3200o/s72-c/P1000453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8550341118741362062</id><published>2009-04-10T03:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:59:12.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidelberg</title><content type='html'>The girls and I took a trip to Heidelberg this past weekend. We had a blast. Stayed at a hotel right on the hauptstrasse (that's main street for all you Yanks) called the Hotel Bayerischer hof. And we had ice cream twice in one day.  Yes, they were that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6lbDLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zt4BUa7qBUI/s1600-h/P1000316_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6lbDLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zt4BUa7qBUI/s400/P1000316_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322873693725193858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls being goofy with the castle in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6f4PjjaYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wN2N0IwRjnI/s1600-h/P1000278_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6f4PjjaYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wN2N0IwRjnI/s400/P1000278_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322867598195648898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this last time I was in Heidelberg but didn't have my camera.  It is on the stairs leading up to a museum/art gallery.  Love it.  I want to duplicate that in a photo.  Just need a picture taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6fVrwpvZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PW8MxoRCJPU/s1600-h/P1000264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6fVrwpvZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PW8MxoRCJPU/s400/P1000264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322867004471360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hauptstrasse doing a bit of shopping at the farmer's market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6hO8KWuFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HccmW0Xh0Q4/s1600-h/P1000305_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6hO8KWuFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HccmW0Xh0Q4/s400/P1000305_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322869087638304850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the city from the castle. &lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous place and a short walk up to the castle and all the shopping you could want.&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by my favorite fabric place here in Germany.  The Arts and Craft Store on PHV.  I only spent about $50 but most of it was half off sales.  And I got some nice prints to make a few gifts for some chicas that have been most awesome while Leon has been gone. More pictures forth coming but work is kickin my butt right now so this will have to do for now. This weekend we are headed to Neuschwanstein Castle in the heart of Bavaria  I'm already packed!  Does that tell you how excited I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8550341118741362062?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8550341118741362062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8550341118741362062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8550341118741362062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8550341118741362062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/heidelberg.html' title='Heidelberg'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sd6lbDLC9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zt4BUa7qBUI/s72-c/P1000316_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-198276642261056863</id><published>2009-04-06T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:51:03.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of The Week</title><content type='html'>What is life without music??  I listen to all different kinds and some you may have heard before, some you may have not.  But on here I want to share a song I really like or one that I can totally rock out to in the car or both.  This is gonna be an every week thing cause my life would be so boring without music to listen to. In the car, in the shower/tub, while sewing, cooking, cleaning, gardening (yes, the outside work has begun in earnest).  This week I'm doing dishes rockin out to this song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXpEoz_21_k"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or buy it &lt;a href="http://www.legalsounds.com/download-mp3/melissa-etheridge/live...-and-alone/album_158096"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; legally for 9 cents  :D.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Etheridge "Like The Way I Do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to satisfy your senses&lt;br /&gt;You found out to love me you have to climb some fences&lt;br /&gt;Scratching and crawling along the floor to touch you&lt;br /&gt;And just when it feels right you say you found someone else to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Does she like I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she love you like the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;Does she stimulate you attract and captivate you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she miss you existing just to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she want you infatuate and haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Does she know just how to shock electrify and rock you&lt;br /&gt;Does she inject you seduce you and affect you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Can I survive all the implications&lt;br /&gt;Even if I tried could you be less than an addiction&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I know their's so many others&lt;br /&gt;Who would beg steal and lie fight kill and die&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you hold you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she love you like the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;Does she stimulate you attract and captivate you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she miss you existing just to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she want you infatuate and haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Does she know just how to shock electrify and rock you&lt;br /&gt;Does she inject you seduce you and affect you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves you like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants you like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Nobody needs you like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Nobody aches nobody aches just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she love you like the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;Does she stimulate you attract and captivate you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she miss you existing just to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me does she want you infatuate and haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Does she know just how to shock electrify and rock you&lt;br /&gt;Does she inject you seduce you and affect you&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdokNilq9iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ROMSS8KsEAc/s1600-h/P1000040_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdokNilq9iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ROMSS8KsEAc/s400/P1000040_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321605724733371938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-198276642261056863?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/198276642261056863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=198276642261056863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/198276642261056863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/198276642261056863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-week.html' title='Song of The Week'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdokNilq9iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ROMSS8KsEAc/s72-c/P1000040_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-2076758514982785246</id><published>2009-04-05T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:42:39.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My addiction</title><content type='html'>It was Christmas in April last week.  I got new socks.  A lot of new socks.  My favorite website for sock buying is &lt;a href="http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/edit/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I was recently told about &lt;a href="http://www.sockmarket.com/cgi-local/webstore/shop.cgi?c=start.htm&amp;amp;t=main.blank.htm&amp;amp;ud=BwEAAA4GCQUAAhQXFRcTFAIPBQAIBAACBgEUEwAA"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;. I'm in sock heaven. There is no 12 step program for my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZvt8tCVtI/AAAAAAAAADU/y0p3tb0frF0/s1600-h/P1000224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZvt8tCVtI/AAAAAAAAADU/y0p3tb0frF0/s400/P1000224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320562844964640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ18UgkbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/K-UA9v-p-i0/s1600-h/P1000255_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ18UgkbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/K-UA9v-p-i0/s400/P1000255_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320569688942734450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ1PpxLlbI/AAAAAAAAADk/-vBsCo1mkCQ/s1600-h/P1000237_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ1PpxLlbI/AAAAAAAAADk/-vBsCo1mkCQ/s400/P1000237_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320568921555441074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ0MqX-BlI/AAAAAAAAADc/NFA-Rn3l1-w/s1600-h/P1000227_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZ0MqX-BlI/AAAAAAAAADc/NFA-Rn3l1-w/s400/P1000227_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320567770666894930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures tend to be rather popular on Flickr.  If you found me through my sock pictures let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-2076758514982785246?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2076758514982785246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=2076758514982785246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2076758514982785246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2076758514982785246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-addiction.html' title='My addiction'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZvt8tCVtI/AAAAAAAAADU/y0p3tb0frF0/s72-c/P1000224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-838696626497846036</id><published>2009-04-04T19:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:47:43.942+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum of Solace vs. Gone In 60 Seconds</title><content type='html'>I am away for the weekend with the girls so I will make this short, well kinda. I recently got into a debate on which chase scene is the best in a movie.  Up for the award is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXJiYV9K77Q"&gt;opening scene&lt;/a&gt; from Quantum of Solace or the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urx3e87--1U"&gt;chase scene&lt;/a&gt; with Eleanor ('67 Shelby) in Gone in 60 Seconds (the remake, not the original).  The&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxI"&gt; chase scene&lt;/a&gt; in Bullitt with Steve McQueen (a '68 Fastback) was mentioned, but as much as I like Steve I LOVE how Nicolas Cage sweet talks his Eleanor.  Other notables are the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu3GmRQ-U9k"&gt;car chase&lt;/a&gt; in The French Connection and a new but probably not as well known &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsYf0BSczlU"&gt;car chase&lt;/a&gt; in Deathproof.&lt;br /&gt;Having been the only one to see both  (and I was the only girl there so that is saying a lot) I had the only opinion that was relevant. My current favorite is hands down, Daniel Craig, the NEW AND MOST BADASS James Bond. The car. The bullets flying.  And that look on his face....cool, calm, totally in control.  BADASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now click on all those damn links it took me a while to find and tell me your opinion....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-838696626497846036?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/838696626497846036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=838696626497846036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/838696626497846036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/838696626497846036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/quantum-of-solace-vs-gone-in-60-seconds.html' title='Quantum of Solace vs. Gone In 60 Seconds'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8318179301018353379</id><published>2009-04-03T19:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:54:18.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I am not a chick flicky kind girl.  But the other night I was in a mood and got "Nights in Rodanthe."&lt;br /&gt;I was recently teased that I relate movies to my own life while watching Zach and Miri Make a Porno.  I do.  One of my quirks. Such a wonderful story about love and loss and remembering.  Timing.  Perfect Timing.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end there is a scene where Diane Lane is talking to her daughter.  She says,"There is a love that makes you think anything is possible.  I want you to know that you can have that. I want you to know that you deserve it."&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mom had said that to me when I was younger.  I wish my mom had given me any advice at all when it comes to boys, relationships, or love. I imagine it is because she herself settled.  My dad is great, a wonderful man, provider, and dad, but I never saw a lot of affection between them.  Not too many hugs, kisses, or the like.  And not a lot directed towards us kids either.&lt;br /&gt;This movie takes place on the Outer Banks, NC.  I loved the &lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/the-nights-in-rodanthe-house.html"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt; and googled it to see if it really was a B&amp;amp;B since I'm looking for a beach location to visit when I R&amp;amp;R back to the states in August. Unfortunately, the house was destroyed during a recent storm and is uninhabitable.  But the area is beautiful.  I'll put Rodanthe on my list of maybes along with Orchard Beach, ME and Rehobeth Beach, MD. I want to walk along the beach with the sand in between my toes and the love that makes me think anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZMNEB7sdI/AAAAAAAAADM/gm1lCNvLUpg/s1600-h/rodanthe-102708-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZMNEB7sdI/AAAAAAAAADM/gm1lCNvLUpg/s400/rodanthe-102708-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523797088678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8318179301018353379?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8318179301018353379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8318179301018353379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8318179301018353379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8318179301018353379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/SdZMNEB7sdI/AAAAAAAAADM/gm1lCNvLUpg/s72-c/rodanthe-102708-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-2087615232597447876</id><published>2009-03-30T00:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:19:43.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night was the third year of Earth Hour.  I've taken part every year.  This year I made a game out of it with the girls.  At around 7:30 freshly bathed doodles were almost ready for bed when I told them we were going to play a game.  I had them gather their pillows, blankets, and dolls and bring them downstairs.  I told them to run around the house and turn off all the lights, unplug everything from the walls and turn down all the radiators.  They came back downstairs to a candle lit living room.  We played with their dolls, dressing them, undressing them, making up stories, naming them over and over again.  With each new outfit they got a new name.&lt;br /&gt;We survived over an hour and a half without any electricity of any kind.  No phone, no TV, no computer (GASP!!!), no lights, no heat. We were having SO much fun the hour went by and then some before I realized Earth Hour was over.  After that we snuggled on the couch and they fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc_zOtokR-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gbP--R5FzjQ/s1600-h/P1000190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc_zOtokR-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gbP--R5FzjQ/s400/P1000190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318737119041308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Espi asked if we could play the lights out game again tonight.  I so enjoyed the quality time I spent with them.  I believe we will make this a weekly event rather than a yearly one.  Off with the TV and computer and spend some time with your family.   It restores the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-2087615232597447876?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2087615232597447876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=2087615232597447876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2087615232597447876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2087615232597447876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc_zOtokR-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gbP--R5FzjQ/s72-c/P1000190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-7684061282242485622</id><published>2009-03-28T16:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:33:13.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Grey</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered what it would be like to see the world through rose colored glasses.  Lately, everything seems brighter, more alive.  That could just be the coming of spring or my new found sense that most of my life I've lived in the grey.  You know, that fine line between right and wrong, heaven and hell (if you believe in them), good and bad.  If only I could figure out where that line begins on either side and maybe my life, the choices I've made, would be very different.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've struggled. I've let my heart lead my life.  But I'm an Aquarian.  My passion is part of me.  I've been told I'm too much. Of what, I've never known.  I just am.&lt;br /&gt;But last month, last month I found inspiration.  I found my muse.  But I found something that cannot be. So I am leaving the opposite sex for someone else to figure out. For now, I will take my love, my passion, my longing and channel it into my creating. I have many projects I've been planning, I will make time.&lt;br /&gt;On my to do list for April:&lt;br /&gt;*A new house means making room for a new garden.  Herbs in the window boxes and tomatoes, soybeans, and peppers along the side of the house outside.  Much work needs to be done, but I have two extra sets of little hands to help.&lt;br /&gt;*A little spring cleaning is in order.  Cleaning out the attic and organizing my craft stuff so I don't buy something I need, but already have. A yard sale and donating montessori/waldorf supplies the girls have outgrown to the montessori school here.  Maybe I might send some more stuff to Iraq as well.&lt;br /&gt;*I haven't done this in a few years, but the girls are wanting dresses this summer.  Lots and lots of dresses.  I see a flurry of sewing cutesy tops, capri pants (cause Izabel's scrawny waist only allows for elastic pants), and bright summer dresses and skirts. Some for them and maybe a few for me.&lt;br /&gt;*I am planning to open my Etsy shop again.  I have several ideas of what to include, but it's still in the works.&lt;br /&gt;*Buying a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.shadesoffun.com/Nov-CP/RB88.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But first, tonight, a bubble bath and a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc5tGRHt9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/REfmAwthP5U/s1600-h/P1000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc5tGRHt9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/REfmAwthP5U/s400/P1000178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318308164413551682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-7684061282242485622?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7684061282242485622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=7684061282242485622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7684061282242485622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/7684061282242485622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-in-grey.html' title='Living in the Grey'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Sc5tGRHt9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/REfmAwthP5U/s72-c/P1000178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-2435168574379354095</id><published>2009-03-23T21:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:08:18.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dolomiti</title><content type='html'>My favorite little cafe here in Germany has got to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dolomiti&lt;/span&gt;.  It is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Landstuhl&lt;/span&gt; near the hospital and I discovered it one day by complete accident.  If you are a crafty person you well know that finding craft stores here is near impossible. I found one while window shopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Landstuhl&lt;/span&gt;.  And across the street my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Scf-a2521OI/AAAAAAAAABs/vKER8kzCnQs/s1600-h/P1000132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Scf-a2521OI/AAAAAAAAABs/vKER8kzCnQs/s400/P1000132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316497622502397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for all you that think you can only find amazing crepes in France.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScgAg1BP3HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6ttrUok_DM8/s1600-h/P1000129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScgAg1BP3HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6ttrUok_DM8/s400/P1000129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316499924098997362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nutella&lt;/span&gt; with REAL cream.  There is no way to describe how good they are.  You just need to try them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScgGTdqHxNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o2Fr-DlLroA/s1600-h/P1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScgGTdqHxNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o2Fr-DlLroA/s400/P1000130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316506291559449810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-2435168574379354095?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2435168574379354095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=2435168574379354095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2435168574379354095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/2435168574379354095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/dolomiti.html' title='Dolomiti'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/Scf-a2521OI/AAAAAAAAABs/vKER8kzCnQs/s72-c/P1000132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-868869892599569171</id><published>2009-03-22T19:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:56:38.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFC'/><title type='text'>UFC</title><content type='html'>I have been invited to a UFC fight in Koln (Cologne, Germany for all you Americans) in June.  For those of you who know me well you know I kinda dig two even remotely hot guys fightin it out.  I am an action flick junkie and I love me a good car chase and the occasional bloody violence. Now, having said that, if you just know me in passing you'll pick up on my Buddhist tendencies, peace, love, and all that crap. How can those two qualities be in the same person you ask??&lt;br /&gt;I was briefly, and I mean BRIEFLY dating a guy who used to be part of the MMA.  For how long or to what extent I will never know cause it really didn't go very far.  Now I have a friend whose really cool and we have a lot in common (insert invite to UFC here) but let's just say I am keeping a distance.  A few of you know why, but that's a whole other blog and I'm sure I would be called a few names.  Crazy homewrecking bitch springs to mind but I assure you all those are not my intention.  Ian, you can stop writing now, I get it. One of these days I will write about the entire account but as of now it does not have an ending. Yes, in this case, I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;SO, back to UFC.  I remember when I first heard about the UFC back in oh, 1998.  One of my many ex's, Drew, sat down and we watched it, me mostly in horror at the violence. Then while I lived in Las Vegas I went to go see a fight there.  Can't tell you who was fighting but I remember the guy I went with was a hottie and British.  Maybe that is why I like Jason Statham so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when my attitude towards two guys beating each other up changed, but it was probably close to the time I became a veggie and adopted a more zen quality to my life.  (I hear some of you snickering, but I swear my derailment is temporary.) Besides, if I can't do the fighting I might as well get some thrill out of watching it.  And it does help that one tends to fantasize that the two dudes are fightin over you.   That's Hawt!!&lt;br /&gt;For all you men folk out there what does it mean when a guy asks you to something three months in advance?? Is it a date or is it as friends?  I think it's the later, but he could just be a planner. On the other hand, he procrastinates like me.  Case in point, I sewed his stripes on his shirt today for an inspection tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming this week-photos to share of food and me....Jeremy, how did you like the ones I sent you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-868869892599569171?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/868869892599569171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=868869892599569171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/868869892599569171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/868869892599569171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ufc.html' title='UFC'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-3494308449572679428</id><published>2009-03-06T20:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:13:34.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>The little one, Izabel, and I have a fondness for singing out loud, mostly in the car, but at home as well. I do not have the best voice but sometimes the meaning behind the words trumps the embarrassment of my off key vocals.  Izabel, however, has a sweet little voice.  I'm sure she gets it from her dad.  He does a pretty good Frank Sinatra, hat and all.  She told me today that she liked Santa because he gave her music, i.e. an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; shuffle.  She carries it everywhere but flips through the 100+ songs I have put on it to find a few of her favorites.  Oddly enough, she is not a fan of Hannah Montana or High School Musical.  Izabel loves the soundtrack from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Singin&lt;/span&gt; in the Rain and Easter Parade.  These are also her favorite movies.  I can imagine in a few years when her two left feet start talking to one another she will be a singing, tap dancing cutie as good as Debbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Izabel favorite:&lt;br /&gt;Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suposes&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; are roses&lt;br /&gt;But Moses supposes erroneously&lt;br /&gt;And Moses, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;knowses&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; aren't roses&lt;br /&gt;As Moses supposes his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suposes&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; are roses&lt;br /&gt;But Moses supposes erroneously&lt;br /&gt;A Rose is a rose&lt;br /&gt;A Nose is a nose&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Toese&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hupidubidu&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;suposes&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; are roses&lt;br /&gt;But Moses supposes erroneously&lt;br /&gt;And Moses, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;knowses&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; aren't roses&lt;br /&gt;As Moses supposes his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;toeses&lt;/span&gt; to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only way to get the full effect is to imagine Gene Kelly dancing around while you sing this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today&lt;br /&gt;Woke up wide awake&lt;br /&gt;In an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Staring at an empty room&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;For the state I'm in today&lt;br /&gt;And now dying&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem so cruel&lt;br /&gt;You got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I think of her with you&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Inside, and&lt;br /&gt;Now I dread each day&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can't be saved&lt;br /&gt;From the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Of living without you&lt;br /&gt;And, oh&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Not sure that I'll pull through&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for losing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And staring at you is why he's not here?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say when everything you said&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason why he left you in the end?&lt;br /&gt;How do you cry when every tear you shed&lt;br /&gt;won't ever bring him back again?&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song says it all.  And you know if it's directed at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-3494308449572679428?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3494308449572679428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=3494308449572679428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/3494308449572679428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/3494308449572679428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-8270549266615818516</id><published>2009-03-03T00:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:55:05.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a year since I threw myself into the world of blogging.  Many things happened to steer me off course.  What a crazy time it has been.  I've recently (like within the last few months) started to keep a journal.  And I'm thinking if I can do that I can make time to write about things that are important to me. &lt;br /&gt;I live around and in a military community outside of the US.  People are coming and going all the time. Saying goodbye to old friends and making new ones is part of the deal.  I recently took someone to the airport to see them off knowing full well I would probably never see them again.  It was heart wrenching.  I sat there having coffee knowing it would be easier to get up and walk away but my brain and my feet would not coordinate themselves to do so.  My heart was speaking much louder and controlling my every thought.   A hug and I walked away.  I swear it was if I could feel my heart break right then.  Through a stable but uncommitted marriage, a pretty uncomplicated divorce, and lots of other stories in between I have never known such sadness. &lt;br /&gt;Lately I feel like I'm always saying goodbye to good people.  It is part of the deal.  Everyone has one foot out the door.  Self sufficiency and loneliness are my words for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-8270549266615818516?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8270549266615818516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=8270549266615818516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8270549266615818516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/8270549266615818516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-6814197778388120246</id><published>2008-03-26T07:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:24:45.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When is too much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I sold what should be the last of the girls scout cookies our troop had today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really didn’t want to be there, but I had two little girls eager to participate so it wasn’t too bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We did pretty well too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over $250 worth sold in less than 2 hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And all the young cute guys giving me winks and smiles helped the time pass more quickly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lots of service members are just “passing through” when I see them over here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One cute airmen said he was going to have to eat the cookies quick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I knew what that meant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It meant he was headed somewhere not so fun or headed home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Service members can’t take food on flights out.) So I asked, “Where ya headed”?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s headed home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good for him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He made it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s going back to his family, friends all in one piece.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And home for him is in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;A new landmark number was reached over the weekend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s been in the news and on every front page of your local paper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What does that number mean?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it too many?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it too few?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When do the lives and treasure lost become so great we rethink our direction? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t think it ever will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A weak dollar, a less than stellar economy, over $3 a gallon for gas and this has nothing to do with the billions of dollars we are pumping into another country?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do we sacrifice our own to free others?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At what cost?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have resigned myself to the fact we will be over there for years and years to come, no matter who get’s elected next. Our military will have a presence in these two war torn countries as long as we need oil.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I’m sure Doonesbury will run the names of all those killed again sometime soon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s touching.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I still have the funnies from the first time he ran them. More so to read them to see if there was anyone I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I’ve worn a military uniform.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I see uniforms everyday of my life. I see missing limbs and broken minds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I see grown men strong and hard crying like little girls because of the pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Out of all the destruction and death can come one of two things- unimaginable despair or true strength, compassion, and love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve seen both, the former more than the latter. How many marriages have been broken?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How many children have been affected?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The toll on our people has only begun to take shape.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thousands dead, hundreds of thousands bodies broken, damaged lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Families destroyed, children orphaned, single moms and dads created.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Forget the treasure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When do we take care of our own people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landstuhlhospitalcareproject.org/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; to support our service members everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landstuhlhospitalcareproject.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-6814197778388120246?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6814197778388120246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=6814197778388120246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/6814197778388120246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/6814197778388120246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-is-too-much.html' title='When is too much?'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949166817181127355.post-6076993140425048202</id><published>2008-03-25T06:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:26:54.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Change is in the air</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to start a journal for some time now.  There has always been something else that was more important or time consuming-kids, marriage, work, hobbies.  I've been up all night feeling sad because a friend is leaving today, moving far away and I will miss them tremendously.  But they said something to me that made me finally pick a blogging spot here in my laptop and start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You CAN put yourself first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the driving from ballet class to girl scout meetings, the 7pm dinners because we just got home and nothing is ready and my obsessive need to be in my sewing room when piles of laundry are stacking up and there is a sink full of dishes I will take the time to stop, and consider the kind of day I had, what contribution I made in the world, and where I want this life of mine to go. I hope you enjoy my kitschy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RKL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949166817181127355-6076993140425048202?l=mykitschylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6076993140425048202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949166817181127355&amp;postID=6076993140425048202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/6076993140425048202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949166817181127355/posts/default/6076993140425048202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykitschylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-is-in-air.html' title='Change is in the air'/><author><name>RKL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11760654482054405792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8xWG1zUvjc/ScjQ9RoqAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmFmE39RIaU/S220/3143510189_96ac6eb878_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
