<?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-6452412253022391350</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:13:59.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selina Kyle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-205623239437305120</id><published>2010-04-24T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:11:19.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S9NQRyJyrLI/AAAAAAAAADw/nfvcqkWq3Gw/s1600/meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S9NQRyJyrLI/AAAAAAAAADw/nfvcqkWq3Gw/s200/meditation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463799039381384370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.. &lt;br /&gt;2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice! &lt;br /&gt;3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.&lt;br /&gt;5. In the memo field of all your checks, write "For Marijuana."&lt;br /&gt;6. Skip down the hall rather than walk and see how many looks you get. &lt;br /&gt;7 Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;8. Specify that your drive-through order is 'To Go'. &lt;br /&gt;9. Sing along at the opera. &lt;br /&gt;10. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you have a headache. &lt;br /&gt;11. When the money comes out the ATM, scream 'I Won! I Won!' &lt;br /&gt;12. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-205623239437305120?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/205623239437305120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/205623239437305120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-maintain-healthy-level-of-insanity.html' title='To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S9NQRyJyrLI/AAAAAAAAADw/nfvcqkWq3Gw/s72-c/meditation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-1151625244427008608</id><published>2010-03-04T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:27:57.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy Issues"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S5Alc03ihRI/AAAAAAAAADo/FCld1_uWBVo/s1600-h/lwr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S5Alc03ihRI/AAAAAAAAADo/FCld1_uWBVo/s200/lwr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444893126649087250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would seem that there are a lot of people - grown adults - who still want to claim to have issues with their mother.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling left out, I have decided to have issues with my own mother.  I didn't have to look too hard to find them.  And when I did, I sat down and wrote her the following letter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Momma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were always, always there for me.  Even when it wasn't convenient for you.  Even when you had to make huge sacrifices to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You went without so that I could have things that I took for granted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You always had the strength to look out for my best interest.  And the resilience to withstand the hateful words that I would spit back at you for doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what I did - how evil or how stupid - you still supported me.  You could have smacked me in the head, but you didn't.  You hugged me and helped me through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You forgave me when I was mean to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You held me when I brought pain upon myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You took my side when it seemed the whole world was against me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You listened to me.  And sympathized even when it was the same mistake I had made for the billionth time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You did things that you weren't crazy about doing just so that I could enjoy doing them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You believed in me even when I was lacking.  You encouraged me to find strength within myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gave me confidence.  And you taught me how to be able to strive to be better, without thinking less of myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You taught me how to turn any negative into a positive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You always gave me your honest opinion.  You had faith that we could work out any differences we might have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You always loved me, no matter what I had done to hurt you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gave me life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You provided for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You supported me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You stood at my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You fought for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gave me strength.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you see, I too, have issues with you, Momma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The issue being that I'm not sure I deserve all you have done for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're not only the best mother, you're also the best friend anyone could have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I appreciate having you in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-1151625244427008608?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/1151625244427008608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/1151625244427008608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-issues.html' title='&quot;Mommy Issues&quot;'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S5Alc03ihRI/AAAAAAAAADo/FCld1_uWBVo/s72-c/lwr.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-811813729450099469</id><published>2010-03-02T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:41:53.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmness In Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S41NgSx9oJI/AAAAAAAAADg/4OniNlejtR0/s1600-h/calmness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S41NgSx9oJI/AAAAAAAAADg/4OniNlejtR0/s200/calmness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444092741753348242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this on to you because it definitely works and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Oprah show, you too can find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oz proclaimed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Tequila, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on if you know anyone you think might be in need of inner peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-811813729450099469?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/811813729450099469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/811813729450099469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/03/calmness-in-our-lives.html' title='Calmness In Our Lives'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S41NgSx9oJI/AAAAAAAAADg/4OniNlejtR0/s72-c/calmness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-8386200329971960127</id><published>2010-02-20T19:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:27:46.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Daddy, the Pit Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S4B96W-Gh8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FWZOMdrZwSo/s1600-h/129175257_c6e9ef3602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S4B96W-Gh8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FWZOMdrZwSo/s200/129175257_c6e9ef3602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440486791415498690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could build a stairway&lt;br /&gt;And memories were a lane &lt;br /&gt;We would walk right up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And bring you back again.&lt;br /&gt;No farewell words were spoken&lt;br /&gt;No time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You were gone before we knew it&lt;br /&gt;And only God knows why&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts still ache in sadness&lt;br /&gt;And secret tears still flow &lt;br /&gt;What it meant to lose you&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know&lt;br /&gt;But now we know you want us&lt;br /&gt;To mourn for you no more&lt;br /&gt;To remember all the happy times&lt;br /&gt;Life still has much in store&lt;br /&gt;Since you'll never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We pledge to you today&lt;br /&gt;A cherished place within our hearts &lt;br /&gt;Is where you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most sincere and heartfelt condolences to the Millan Family.  Daddy was the &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; Pack Leader!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-8386200329971960127?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8386200329971960127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8386200329971960127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-daddy-pit-bull.html' title='RIP Daddy, the Pit Bull'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S4B96W-Gh8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FWZOMdrZwSo/s72-c/129175257_c6e9ef3602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-7288472816798135605</id><published>2010-01-21T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:34:57.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kOw7BdmmI/AAAAAAAAACI/-AIp7TFnpGw/s1600-h/20080215_a_romantic_dinner_with_wine_and_a_fire_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kOw7BdmmI/AAAAAAAAACI/-AIp7TFnpGw/s200/20080215_a_romantic_dinner_with_wine_and_a_fire_18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429387059412179554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, 'If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I had to stop drinking years ago', the homeless woman told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't waste time shopping,' the homeless woman said. 'I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you NUTS!' replied the homeless woman. I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I said, 'I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeless Woman was shocked. 'Won't your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-7288472816798135605?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/7288472816798135605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/7288472816798135605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up-wine.html' title='Giving Up Wine'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kOw7BdmmI/AAAAAAAAACI/-AIp7TFnpGw/s72-c/20080215_a_romantic_dinner_with_wine_and_a_fire_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-4742989720750312835</id><published>2010-01-08T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:10:41.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Winter Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S0gBaekf0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/_kH8bhVxhIc/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S0gBaekf0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/_kH8bhVxhIc/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424587305562132898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to people.                                    &lt;br /&gt;               It was to me and it's very well written.              &lt;br /&gt;                                 ENJOY!                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" WINTER "&lt;/strong&gt;                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SHIT it's cold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/6452412253022391350-4742989720750312835?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/4742989720750312835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/4742989720750312835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiring-winter-poem.html' title='Inspiring Winter Poem'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S0gBaekf0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/_kH8bhVxhIc/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-8129186816856188404</id><published>2009-11-11T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:46:29.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Granddaddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SvsvO-kq1yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YMjj_VIAchA/s1600-h/Jr+III.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SvsvO-kq1yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YMjj_VIAchA/s200/Jr+III.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402964112322516770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictured:  TGR, Jr. &amp;amp; TGR, III (circa 1945)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received the following from my father today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "&lt;strong&gt;T G R, Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;11 Nov 1916&lt;/strong&gt;  (would have been 93 today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   didn't finish high school.....a little thing like the Great Depression came along when he  was 12...     and he worked&lt;br /&gt;   drove to California from Virginia in a Model T Ford and back ...when he was about 18... (the     equivalent of a round the world adventure today)&lt;br /&gt;   served in the Navy during WWII.... didn't deploy overseas&lt;br /&gt;   paid off his mortgage.....&lt;br /&gt;   never got his GED  ... yet provided for his family, we all got through college....and left an estate for his wife and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a father, grandfather and great grandfather...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you, Granddaddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6452412253022391350-8129186816856188404?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8129186816856188404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8129186816856188404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-granddaddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Granddaddy!'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SvsvO-kq1yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YMjj_VIAchA/s72-c/Jr+III.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-31509351705454300</id><published>2009-10-14T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:20:05.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/StZcVcojJII/AAAAAAAAABw/3cLlWy6iO78/s1600-h/il_430xN.22536625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/StZcVcojJII/AAAAAAAAABw/3cLlWy6iO78/s200/il_430xN.22536625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392599127356023938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl said "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she lived happily ever-after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself.  She went to the theater, never watched sports, never wore friggin' lacy lingerie that went up her rear, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                            The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-31509351705454300?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/31509351705454300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/31509351705454300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/10/proper-fairy-tale.html' title='The Proper Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/StZcVcojJII/AAAAAAAAABw/3cLlWy6iO78/s72-c/il_430xN.22536625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-6826593459730983857</id><published>2009-09-03T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:50:35.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SqBkKolIY3I/AAAAAAAAABo/nx9Mcdy2kTI/s1600-h/2Wolves.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SqBkKolIY3I/AAAAAAAAABo/nx9Mcdy2kTI/s200/2Wolves.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377408088934998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' inside us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One is Evil.  It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other is Good.  It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-6826593459730983857?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/6826593459730983857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/6826593459730983857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-wolves.html' title='Two Wolves'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SqBkKolIY3I/AAAAAAAAABo/nx9Mcdy2kTI/s72-c/2Wolves.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-3345360650662442734</id><published>2009-07-30T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:58:34.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Degree NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUVPV6XRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mKXrmSTwFZo/s1600-h/degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUVPV6XRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mKXrmSTwFZo/s200/degree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393180900089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new two-year degree is being offered at the University of Michigan that many of you should be interested in: “Becoming A Real Man/Husband.”  That’s right, in just six trimesters, you, too, can be a real man – as well as earn an AA degree (AA Real Man.)  Please take a moment to look over the program outline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autumn Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MEN 101  Combating Stupidity&lt;br /&gt;MEN 102  You, Too, Can Do Housework&lt;br /&gt;MEN 103  PMS – Learn When To Keep Your Mouth Shut&lt;br /&gt;MEN 104  We Do Not Want Sleazy Underthings For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MEN 110 Wonderful Laundry Techniques&lt;br /&gt;MEN 111  Understanding the Female Response to Getting in at 4am&lt;br /&gt;MEN 112  Parenting:  It Doesn’t End with Conception&lt;br /&gt;EAT 100  Get A Life, Learn to Cook&lt;br /&gt;EAT 101   Get a Life, Learn to Cook II&lt;br /&gt;ECO 001A  What’s Hers is Hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MEN 120 How NOT to Act Like an Idiot When You’re Wrong&lt;br /&gt;MEN 121  Understanding Your Incompetence&lt;br /&gt;MEN 122  YOU, the Weaker Sex&lt;br /&gt;MEN 123  Reasons to Give Flowers&lt;br /&gt;ECO 001B  What Was Yours is Hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autumn Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;SEX 101  You CAN Fall Asleep Without It&lt;br /&gt;SEX 102  Morning Dilemma:  If It’s Awake, Take a Shower&lt;br /&gt;SEX 103  How to Stay Awake After Sex&lt;br /&gt;MEN 201  How to Put the Toilet Seat Down&lt;br /&gt;Elective   (See Electives Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MEN 210  The Remote Control:  Overcoming Your Dependency&lt;br /&gt;MEN 211  How to Not Act Younger than Your Children&lt;br /&gt;MEN 212  You, Too, Can Be a Designated Driver&lt;br /&gt;MEN 213  Honest, You Don’t Look Like Tom Cruise&lt;br /&gt;MEN 230A  Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;MEN 220  Omitting !@#$ from Your Vocabulary (Pass/Fail Only)&lt;br /&gt;MEN 221  Fluffing the Blanket After Farting Is Not Necessary&lt;br /&gt;MEN 222  Real Men Ask for Directions&lt;br /&gt;MEN 223  Thirty Minutes of Begging is NOT Considered Foreplay&lt;br /&gt;MEN 230B  Her Birthdays and Anniversaries Are Important II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURSE ELECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;EAT 101  Cooking with Tofu&lt;br /&gt;EAT 102  Utilization of Eating Utensils&lt;br /&gt;EAT 103  Burping and Belching Discretely&lt;br /&gt;MEN 231  Mothers-In-Law&lt;br /&gt;MEN 232  Appear to Be Listening&lt;br /&gt;MEN 233  Just Say “Yes, dear”&lt;br /&gt;ECO 001C  Cheaper to Keep Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6452412253022391350-3345360650662442734?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3345360650662442734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3345360650662442734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-your-degree-now.html' title='Get Your Degree NOW!'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUVPV6XRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mKXrmSTwFZo/s72-c/degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-4187698102113196466</id><published>2009-07-09T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:57:50.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important thing a man should learn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUJPR0dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/gp64nIRDY6k/s1600-h/mercedes.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUJPR0dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/gp64nIRDY6k/s200/mercedes.600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429392974724494354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow.  The horse falls into a mud hole and is sinking.  He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him out to safety.  The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer can’t be found.  So he drives the farmer’s Mercedes back to the mud hole and ties some rope around the bumper.  He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend, the horse, and drives the car forward saving him from sinking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days later, the chicken and the horse were playing in the meadow again and the chicken fell into the mud hole.  The chicken yelled to the horse to go and get some help from the farmer.  The horse said, “I think I can stand over the hole!”  So he stretched over the width of the hole and said, “Grab my ‘thingy’ and pull yourself up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the chicken did and pulled himself to safety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moral of the story:  If you are hung like a horse, you don’t need a Mercedes to pick up chicks.&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/6452412253022391350-4187698102113196466?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/4187698102113196466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/4187698102113196466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-important-thing-man-should-learn.html' title='The most important thing a man should learn...'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kUJPR0dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/gp64nIRDY6k/s72-c/mercedes.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-3929374684118753431</id><published>2009-06-27T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:57:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stonecutter, from "The Tao of Pooh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT9-w5joI/AAAAAAAAACo/HyQ-2oCZV0o/s1600-h/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT9-w5joI/AAAAAAAAACo/HyQ-2oCZV0o/s200/pooh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429392781312888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a stonecutter, who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he passed a wealthy merchant's house, and through the open gateway, saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stonecutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere stonecutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it — a huge, towering stone. "How powerful that stone is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a stone!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a stone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid rock, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the stone?" he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stonecutter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the book "The Tao of Pooh" by Benjamin Hoff. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/6452412253022391350-3929374684118753431?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3929374684118753431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3929374684118753431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/06/stonecutter-from-tao-of-pooh.html' title='The Stonecutter, from &quot;The Tao of Pooh&quot;'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT9-w5joI/AAAAAAAAACo/HyQ-2oCZV0o/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-5041202538073967878</id><published>2009-06-10T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:17:58.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things You Didn't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kY4RFtfEI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y1juCgZ4r34/s1600-h/RDG+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kY4RFtfEI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y1juCgZ4r34/s200/RDG+Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429398180710939714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My two favourite past times are playing with dogs and dancing around my house in my underwear…usually to Madonna, Spice Girls, or Janet Jackson.  &lt;br /&gt;2. My mother is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. My favourite band of all time is a-Ha.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am obsessed with my eyebrows – if they get messed up, I immediately have to brush them back into place.&lt;br /&gt;5. My three favourite foods are French fries, vegetables, and chocolate.  &lt;br /&gt;6. When I watch TV, everything must be quiet and still.&lt;br /&gt;7. As a nine year-old, I was told by a European Official that I would “be the next Audrey Hepburn.”  I smiled politely, said, “thank you,” and then asked my peers who she was.&lt;br /&gt;8. All cans and bottles in my cabinets face forward and are in exact rows.  My OCD is blatant.&lt;br /&gt;9. I believe Canines to be sacred.&lt;br /&gt;10. My most prized possession is my name; I was named after both of my grandmothers who coincidently shared the same name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-5041202538073967878?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/5041202538073967878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/5041202538073967878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten-things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='Ten Things You Didn&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kY4RFtfEI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y1juCgZ4r34/s72-c/RDG+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-8439505419124314736</id><published>2009-05-31T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:56:21.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It requires but one skill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT0Gwsf_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cl2ZNo2D5tw/s1600-h/spoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT0Gwsf_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cl2ZNo2D5tw/s200/spoon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429392611660824562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, 'God , I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God led the holy man to two doors.. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, 'You have seen Hell.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were equiped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy man said, 'I don't understand..' &lt;br /&gt;It is simple,' said God . 'It requires but one skill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.' &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-8439505419124314736?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8439505419124314736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8439505419124314736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-requires-but-one-skill.html' title='It requires but one skill...'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kT0Gwsf_I/AAAAAAAAACg/cl2ZNo2D5tw/s72-c/spoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-2781104602344415351</id><published>2009-05-25T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:04:24.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Memorial Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/ShrpRLftkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/0HHMb49Ig6Y/s1600-h/Frankie+%26+King+72M4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/ShrpRLftkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/0HHMb49Ig6Y/s200/Frankie+%26+King+72M4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339836789553992066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I always honour my Uncle Frankie, who taught me to remember not only the soldiers, but the silent heroes, as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In honour of King:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://www.47ipsd.us/"&gt;Official Web Site of the 47th Infantry Platoon (Scout Dog)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Frank Stevens with his scout dog King #72M4 were on patrol ahead of a unit of about 90 men who were following a map that had been found on an enemy officer. Twice King stopped and laid down on the trail in front of his handler and growled. Twice Stevens praised his dog until King got up and moved forward. The third time King left he did not return. The men were ready to go down a hill, when Stevens heard rustling off to the side. Stevens followed the noise and saw King pulling a North Vietnamese soldier out of a ditch. He had the man by the neck and was shaking him. Stevens started firing at the other men in the ditch and at that point "the whole world blew up". Machine gun fire ripped through the jungle killing King and wounding Stevens and his slack man. Stevens reported that his dog, "in his act of bravery (he) saved my life and the lives of countless others..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Uncle Frankie.  I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-2781104602344415351?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/2781104602344415351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/2781104602344415351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-memorial-day.html' title='On Memorial Day...'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/ShrpRLftkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/0HHMb49Ig6Y/s72-c/Frankie+%26+King+72M4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-3937539010494819001</id><published>2009-05-12T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:55:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Scene From A Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTmgTnjnI/AAAAAAAAACY/bk0gQKC1YDs/s1600-h/MV5BMTg0NjYyMTA2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDU2NTUyMQ%40%40._V1._SX267_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTmgTnjnI/AAAAAAAAACY/bk0gQKC1YDs/s200/MV5BMTg0NjYyMTA2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDU2NTUyMQ%40%40._V1._SX267_SY400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429392378000019058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priam: I have endured what no one on Earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles: Priam? How did you get in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priam: I know my own country better than the Greeks, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles: You're a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priam: Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die - watched you drag his body behind your chariot. Give him back to me. He deserves the honour of a proper burial. You know that. Give him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles: He killed my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priam: He thought it was you. How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles? I knew your father. He died before his time. But he was lucky not to live long enough to see his son fall. You have taken everything from me. My eldest son - heir to my throne - defender of my kingdom. I cannot change what happened. It is the will of the gods. But give me this small mercy. I loved my boy from the moment he opened his eyes till the moment you closed them. Let me wash his body. Let me say the prayers. Let me place two coins on his eyes for the boatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles: If I let you walk out of here - if I let you take him - it doesn't change anything. You're still my enemy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Priam: You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the movie "Troy" starring Brad Pitt as Achilles and Peter O'Toole as Priam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-3937539010494819001?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3937539010494819001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/3937539010494819001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-scene-from-movie.html' title='Best Scene From A Movie'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTmgTnjnI/AAAAAAAAACY/bk0gQKC1YDs/s72-c/MV5BMTg0NjYyMTA2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDU2NTUyMQ%40%40._V1._SX267_SY400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-1784980959364351082</id><published>2009-05-01T17:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:54:31.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's On The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTYnM3GdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V2gxMTgfC4k/s1600-h/cd-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTYnM3GdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V2gxMTgfC4k/s200/cd-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429392139332557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now we're living like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Squawkin', talkin', hawkin', who knows if anybody's getting through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We act like crazy people talking to ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The information superhighways locked up like an L.A. traffic jam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you remember dialing up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes I remember well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that I might die if I miss anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Text me, send an e-mail, beam me up, give me a call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm ADD on AOL trying to read the writing on the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm a real jungle jump up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a megahertz man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the download and the dropouts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On every major city across the land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody, man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody's on the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So connected and all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the pizza boy to the socialite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all salute the satellites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me text you with your master plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're loud and clear but I don't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a digital explorer in analog roam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everybody's on the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you hear me now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gotta get over by the beerstand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh shit my batteries are going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll call you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Jimmy Buffett&lt;/span&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/6452412253022391350-1784980959364351082?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/1784980959364351082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/1784980959364351082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybodys-on-phone.html' title='Everybody&apos;s On The Phone'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/S1kTYnM3GdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V2gxMTgfC4k/s72-c/cd-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-5247210099380399309</id><published>2009-04-24T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:42:21.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the people who "tweet" every 10 mins...</title><content type='html'>....Do you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have anyone to talk to?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-5247210099380399309?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/5247210099380399309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/5247210099380399309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-people-who-tweet-every-10-mins.html' title='To the people who &quot;tweet&quot; every 10 mins...'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452412253022391350.post-8645743553206489407</id><published>2009-04-24T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:47:57.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so amusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...that somehow people find the time to keep up with all this crap.  I mean honestly, doesn't anyone have REAL work to do anymore?  Or am I the only one to be so severely uncool by thinking this? Oh, should I beware the anxiety; dare I suggest how absurd our society is becoming?  LMAO  Of course I dare.  I, along with everyone else here, found a "new" spot on the web to establish my existence and simply had to sign up.  Why is this?  Why have we become so obsessed with the MySpaces and FaceBooks and Twitters and LiveJournals out there in cyberspace?  Why do we have such a need to say "Here I am World"?  When did it become the fashion to spend hours "blogging" about ourselves and our own opinions?  What happened to making real contributions to our communities, getting involved in activities, doing charity work?  Are these ideas now a thing of the past? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452412253022391350-8645743553206489407?l=selinakylenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8645743553206489407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452412253022391350/posts/default/8645743553206489407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakylenet.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-so-amusing.html' title='It&apos;s so amusing...'/><author><name>Selina Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108396856306536744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8MYvuoEvas/SfIZbsgiBYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JJQlCkg9whc/S220/WM+150+x+200+Thats+All+Her.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
