<?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-171265347898263518</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:18:06.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kimishoestrings</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit of everything, but not about me. Sort of.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6118266349879103117</id><published>2010-01-22T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:40:23.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A year and a month later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow. I forgot about this site. Again. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's not as if I have any followers so it's not that big of a deal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know how often I'll be able to post on here, but I do want to get back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Until then---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Check out one of my favorite sites (not to mention my favorite shot):&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.lemondrop.com/"&gt;Lemondrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The bees knees, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&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/171265347898263518-6118266349879103117?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6118266349879103117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6118266349879103117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6118266349879103117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6118266349879103117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-and-month-later.html' title='A year and a month later...'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6773525662029818178</id><published>2008-12-13T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:18:51.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 31 and going gray. Or silver. I think both. There may even be some actual white in there. Seriously. How the hell did this happen? How did my hair all of a sudden decide in the midst of growing that it was going to change shades so drastically? And I'm not talking about just one or two old lady hairs. I'm talking an entire effing patch on my left side near the temple. How does this happen? Ok, well, I'm sure I could Google and find out. (Aiight. I just did. I hate science, by the way.) It seems that the correct phrase should be, "I'm going transparent." Yeah. You can go Google the cause of going gray yourself if you want to know what the hell that even means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of torn on how I feel about this. Part of me wants to embrace it and love it. And the other part of me wants to rush over to Walmart to buy a box of Clairol's Natural Instincts in nutmeg and get to coloring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have droopy jowls and a face begging for a lifetime hookup of Botox and facelifts but now I have to decide if I want to color my hair regularly until the day I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6773525662029818178?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6773525662029818178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6773525662029818178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6773525662029818178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6773525662029818178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-31-going-gray.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6118339028927853670</id><published>2008-12-08T08:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:50:52.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you haven't checked out cakewrecks.com yet, you need to. Fo' reals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was at Walmart with two of my friends, Christie and Kari. Kari needed to buy a Christmas tree and Christie needed to see if their bakery could make an Iron Man cake. (They can't, by the way.) While we were over at the bakery, I thought, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How cool would it be if I could find a cake suitable for cakewrecks.com?&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this, is that I can take pictures with my phone, but I can't send them to anyone. I am the only person left on this Earth who cannot text with my phone (it's just not set up and Mike is the cell phone master who says yay or nay on what our phones have...he's paying for them so it's his call-no pun intended), let alone send funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't you know it? I found one cakewreck worthy cake! It is a cupcake cake, which is like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;. I even came home, dug out my phone booklets to make sure there isn't something I can do to make it possible to send the pics in to the website, but no luck. And before you ask, yes. I asked Kari and Christie to use their phones. Kari didn't know how to do it (I think) and Christie didn't know where her phone was.&lt;br /&gt;So I will just have to try my best to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;First I have to say, I honestly do not know what the hell it was.  I even had Christie and Kari take a look at it and not one of us could figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;It was just three rows of overlapping cupcakes, covered in green icing. There was what appeared to be a head on it, with one eye and a mouth? I think? There were a few dots of yellow icing involved,too. And no. It wasn't a Christmas tree. Or a turtle. Or whatever else you may think it was. It just wasn't. What is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; still remains a mystery. And I won't rest until I find a way to get the damn picture onto my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6118339028927853670?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6118339028927853670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6118339028927853670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6118339028927853670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6118339028927853670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-havent-checked-out-cakewrecks.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-176434217037799475</id><published>2008-12-04T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:41:58.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My sides hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cakewrecks.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Go there. Laugh. And thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-176434217037799475?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/176434217037799475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=176434217037799475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/176434217037799475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/176434217037799475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sides-hurt.html' title='My sides hurt...'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-7567761347342022497</id><published>2008-09-18T08:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:13:27.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently responded to a thread on a message board regarding who my celebrity crushes are. I answered LLCoolJ and Harrison Ford. And of course, Britney Spears- minus the crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my delight when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/09/18/the-truth-according-to-ll-cool-j/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video on TMZ.com this morning where someone asked my man LL if he was looking forward to Brit-Brit's new album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda broke my heart a little. He claims he "loves" her, but didn't even know she had an album coming out. And now that he does, he's still not looking forward to it. But he WOULD do a track with her. So does this mean as long as there is something in it for him that he'd "support" B's music? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that would explain the J.Lo collaborations of yore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, LL? I'm not really looking forward to your new album coming out, either. Hate to break it to you like this, but it's pretty much just always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; been about the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it comes down to running on the treadmill (you know, if I actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; that sort of thing) to your album or Britney's? There really is no contest.  I'm more likely to get shitfaced and sing a Britney song at karaoke than I am one of yours. Okay, not so much likely as it has &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; happened. Numerous times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-7567761347342022497?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7567761347342022497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=7567761347342022497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7567761347342022497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7567761347342022497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-recently-responded-to-thread-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6778942088131966857</id><published>2008-09-13T18:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:36:10.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so green afterall, are we, MTV?</title><content type='html'>So MTV's newest RR/RW challenge started the other day. I thought it was pretty good, although I could have done without some of the hookups. And I always hate the "newbies" on there. But whatever. I won't give anything away in case someone hasn't seen it (or someone just doesn't give a shit). But thanks to TMZ.com, I just read an &lt;a href="http://www.treeclimbercoalition.org/TreeTalk/article.cfm?articleid=156"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; regarding the "isolated, deserted island" this group had to "live" on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much respect for the famewhores that go on these shows to begin with, although that doesn't seem to stop me from watching. But I really don't now, after reading that article. I'm not a tree hugger by any means, but it kinda sucks how the "island" was left after production stopped. Whether it was the challengers themselves that decided to leave it like that or the MTV crews, it's just kinda shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6778942088131966857?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6778942088131966857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6778942088131966857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6778942088131966857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6778942088131966857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-so-green-afterall-are-we-mtv.html' title='Not so green afterall, are we, MTV?'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6778028336246661930</id><published>2008-08-28T09:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:41:02.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of my wish list (or, Things I want, but am not willing to shell out money for myself)</title><content type='html'>Seriously, how cute are these? Ok, I know not everyone will share my AMAZING taste in footwear. But these are awesome. I want them so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/kimishoea/?action=view&amp;current=829703_raw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/kimishoea/829703_raw.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for labels. But I do like cute purses. I usually check out fashionflairs.com and aboutattitude.com for new styles of well made knock-offs. Don't judge me. I have quite a few Melie Bianco bags that I've had for a couple of years and they are still in great condition. I don't know what brand this one is, but it's really cute. And I could always use another black purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/kimishoea/?action=view&amp;current=fashionflairs2_2013_40429435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/kimishoea/fashionflairs2_2013_40429435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally doing a search for "maid" via Photobucket, but my choices of pictures basically came down to two types of maids: Slutty and Asian. And while I have no issues with either, it's just not what I had in mind. So I searched under "housekeeper" and got a little more variety. I chose this one, because, hell. Who wouldn't want TWO people (that aren't you) cleaning up your mess? And check out how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; they look to be doing it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I call dedication. Good work, ladies! When you're done, I'll let you make me something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/housekeeper/tru4pictures/other/housekeeper.jpg?o=26" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff301/tru4pictures/other/housekeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6778028336246661930?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6778028336246661930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6778028336246661930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6778028336246661930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6778028336246661930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-my-wish-list-or-things-i-want.html' title='The start of my wish list (or, Things I want, but am not willing to shell out money for myself)'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff301/tru4pictures/other/th_housekeeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-8674021596480021897</id><published>2008-08-27T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:51:13.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Funnyordie.com. I love that site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=aa15baae2b" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=aa15baae2b" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/kristin_chenoweth"&gt;Kristin Chenoweth&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-8674021596480021897?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8674021596480021897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=8674021596480021897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8674021596480021897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8674021596480021897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-funnyordie.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-4093741297750463170</id><published>2008-08-25T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:43:38.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-08-25-k-ci-wants-to-set-things-straight"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is up there with Whitney's "crack is wack" and her whole rant on how crack is a cheap drug, therefore she didn't smoke it. And we all know the truth behind that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-4093741297750463170?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4093741297750463170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=4093741297750463170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4093741297750463170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4093741297750463170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-2260866132750952976</id><published>2008-08-25T00:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:01:57.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are so many things wrong with this</title><content type='html'>So does anyone remember K-Ci &amp; JoJo? They're brothers who I think were actually part of the group Jodeci. Anyway. They had like one hit ever, called "All My Life". Well, they were in Australia recently for a Jodeci reunion show that turned out to be just one effed up mess of K-Ci &amp; JoJo and whatever the hell they were on.&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video of them "singing" their one hit. After possibly taking a few hits of something else. And can someone please explain to me who the random guy walking around the stage is?&lt;br /&gt;The really good stuff comes at about 1:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVjLN8mFYTI&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVjLN8mFYTI&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-2260866132750952976?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2260866132750952976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=2260866132750952976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/2260866132750952976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/2260866132750952976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-so-many-things-wrong-with.html' title='There are so many things wrong with this'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-8865311378895925797</id><published>2008-08-23T13:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:02:29.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat's wack, yo.</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait to see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eh2gahPmwpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eh2gahPmwpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that's the former chubby kid from "Drak &amp; Josh", Josh Peck. I actually cannot stand him on that show, but I am really looking forward to seeing him in this movie. It's nice to see him &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be so freakin' obnoxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no clue if it will ever show in theaters anywhere nearby as it has a "limited release" whatever the hell that means, but Mike and I really want to see it. We're both digging the music, too (since the movie is set in the 90's). I know everyone gets all wet over eighties music and how "great" it was, but I think it has more to do with nostalgia than anything else. But I do have to admit that this movie reminds me of how awesome music was in the nineties as well. Nostalgia or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-8865311378895925797?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8865311378895925797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=8865311378895925797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8865311378895925797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8865311378895925797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/dats-wack-yo.html' title='Dat&apos;s wack, yo.'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-744830538910010081</id><published>2008-08-22T14:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:14:07.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Juno, only older and scratch the whole adoption thing, or any plans to keep the baby, really.</title><content type='html'>So there's this girl who is pregnant and doesn't want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myabortion.tumblr.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short(in case you hate me later for reading it when you never would have had you known exactly what the deal is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 23, pregnant, doesn't want to be and so is doing what she wants to do. It's her blog about going through the whole process of finding out what her "termination" options are, thus the title "What to Expect When You're Aborting". So don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-744830538910010081?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/744830538910010081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=744830538910010081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/744830538910010081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/744830538910010081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-juno-only-older-and-scratch-whole.html' title='Think Juno, only older and scratch the whole adoption thing, or any plans to keep the baby, really.'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-1700001334095440170</id><published>2008-08-22T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:58.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>Oh, hells yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few posts ago, in January actually (jeez), I posted about the new RR/RW challenge. I was so psyched and I know that I watched it. But I don't really remember much about it. Except the ending where one team almost let one of their teammates die just so they could get their hands on some money. Other than that, it wasn't that great. The underdog team won and that was good, but I don't remember anything in particular that was so great about it. The reunion show was better. Coral and Katie going off on everyone? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So I thought, to keep up with my love for the challenges, regardless of the fact that the suck factor kind of went up with the last one, I am going to remind everyone that the new one starts on September 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, because it looks like there is not winning team, just one winner. Which will hopefully make this one of the best challenges in RR/RW history.  I could be wrong, but that's what it seems like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the teaser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny9Xpf-CPeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny9Xpf-CPeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-1700001334095440170?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1700001334095440170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=1700001334095440170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1700001334095440170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1700001334095440170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-407200107722437351</id><published>2008-08-22T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:01:15.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm at it...</title><content type='html'>Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; I found a month or so ago when I was searching for something funny in regards to "passive/aggressive" behavior to post on a friend's Myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; funny and if you have the time, be sure to check out the "most popular" and "greatest hits" links (scroll down, they're on the right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-407200107722437351?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/407200107722437351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=407200107722437351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/407200107722437351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/407200107722437351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-im-at-it.html' title='While I&apos;m at it...'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-2506391116116072284</id><published>2008-08-22T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:29:10.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I have not known about this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://michaelianblack.typepad.com/"&gt;Michael Ian Black's Blog. &lt;/a&gt;I love him. He rocks. Plain and simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-2506391116116072284?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2506391116116072284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=2506391116116072284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/2506391116116072284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/2506391116116072284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-could-i-have-not-known-about-this.html' title='How could I have not known about this?'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6094093539026989378</id><published>2008-08-20T16:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:04:30.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowza. What a long eight months it has been since I last blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of TV this summer. Which is funny, because usually the summer TV filler is horrendous. But I have found some real gems this summer and cable has been on DVR overload for the past couple of months. Just a few of my favorites: I Love Money, From G's to Gents, America's Best Dance Crew, and Reality Bites Back. I know there are more...oh, are there. But those are the ones that stick out right now. And they really do deserve some sort of award. Maybe not exactly Emmy worthy, but they are worth something, I can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not too much celebrity gossip to gossip about. Britney has her crazy under control and that makes me happy. People make fun (hell, I know I do), but I think my soft spot for her comes from the fact that I have in some ways "been there, done that". Not with the world tours and millions, of course. But with all the crazy shit that happened to her (and all the crap she brought on herself?). Only difference is, she had live that in front of the whole world. I did/do not. So, yeah. I'm still on Team Britney. As long as she keeps her crazy under control and focuses on her kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a baby boy! Next month, actually. Everyone is excited and I just hope I don't screw things up like I did last time I was a new parent. Little one is super happy and can't wait to meet her little brother. She starts VPK next week and I'm excited for her. Being one who doesn't adapt well to change, I do have some fears on how I am going to cope without her being around me all day everyday, and then having a baby who IS around me all day everyday...Yeah. To say I'm a little nervous and scared is a huge understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm three classes away from being halfway done with school. Ha. Yeah, I just totally manipulated the hell out of that statement. Whatever. Honestly though, I haven't really accomplished much (for myself, anyway) in the past ten or so years, aside from not getting myself killed and avoiding rehab. The last time I was ever passionate about anything, where I worked very hard to get what I wanted, was in high school. THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. So yeah. It feels good. I mean, obviously, I'm passionate about being a parent and things of that nature. Eh. You get what I mean, right? I have a goal and it's a pretty amazing feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I've really unloaded a lot more personal info than I intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the celebrity train wrecks. I'm ready to focus on someone else's ups/downs for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6094093539026989378?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6094093539026989378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6094093539026989378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6094093539026989378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6094093539026989378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/08/wowza.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-4522798945428888820</id><published>2008-01-09T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:19:28.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, snap</title><content type='html'>It has been way too long since my favorite RR/RW challengers have graced my television screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, January 23rd, I will get my reality challenge fix with a somewhat decent &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/rwrr_challenge-gauntlet3/cast.jhtml"&gt;cast&lt;/a&gt; for the Gauntlet III!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite, Katie Doyle is back! Paula, too. That bitch was crazy on whatever Real World she was on, but she is so different and an awesome competitor on these challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see who puts the smack down on that psycho Brooke. You don't even have to have watched whatever season of the Real World she was on to know who she is. She has been spoofed on so many other shows (The Soup, Best Week Ever) because of her insanity that she chalks up to being the product of two parents who are psychologists. What the fuck ever. Crazy is crazy. Point blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last but not least...or actually, yes, least....Beth. Seriously. Why does she even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot.Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAILER TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fid%3D1578861%26vid%3D201327&amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowFullScreen="true" base="." allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/index.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Entertainment News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-4522798945428888820?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4522798945428888820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=4522798945428888820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4522798945428888820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4522798945428888820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-snap.html' title='oh, snap'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-5998110849583656109</id><published>2008-01-08T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:35:02.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>I so want to see &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/01/08/eminem-not-so-slim-anymore-shadys-health-scare/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never owned an Eminem cd or anything. So I don't know the lyrics to his songs, and I can't go over the liner notes if there are any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can almost guarantee he is making fun of somebody on one of his songs for being overweight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paybacks a bitch, eh, candyman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. This is apparently a recent picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R4O0IrA3GJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ed7EQykVY_o/s1600-h/em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R4O0IrA3GJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ed7EQykVY_o/s320/em.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153160459720267922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just looks a little bloated to me. Not what I was hoping for. At all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-5998110849583656109?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5998110849583656109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=5998110849583656109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5998110849583656109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5998110849583656109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhhhhahahahaha.html' title='AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R4O0IrA3GJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ed7EQykVY_o/s72-c/em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-7800978022272937972</id><published>2008-01-06T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:49:18.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch may be crazy, but she ain't stupid.</title><content type='html'>I knew the whole &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/01/05/dr-phil-on-britney-she-is-in-dire-need-of-help/"&gt;Dr. Phil&lt;/a&gt; situation seemed &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2008/01/06/brit-blindsided-by-phil-hospital-acts-curiously/"&gt;shady&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another asshole trying to score off of her. Dr. Phil is a fucking joke to begin with. He has a Ph.D in Psychology, so why the hell would he think getting Britney on his show would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; her situation? If he had good intentions, he would be trying to help her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of the public eye. Not broadcast it for everyone to see. Lord knows, we've seen enough. I don't need a doctorate to tell me that Britney's behavior is more than likely a result of some mental and psychological disorder. It also isn't rocket science to know that putting her on a television show (aside from her starring role on TMZ) for an "intervention" is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the best idea. Pretty damn close to being the worst one actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit pisses me off to no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo reals, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-7800978022272937972?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7800978022272937972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=7800978022272937972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7800978022272937972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7800978022272937972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-may-be-crazy-but-she-aint-stupid.html' title='Bitch may be crazy, but she ain&apos;t stupid.'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-5490067189900576326</id><published>2008-01-02T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:22:42.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just greedy, but this guy should have totally gotten more than fifty bucks for his &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/story/_a/fast-food-worker-finds-185000-check/20080102063509990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;good deed&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Granted, I don't really know what the check was for (I tend to skim articles rather than get all the details so that someone can correct me later and I can tell the to go to hell), and he probably wouldn't have had much luck trying to cash it himself. &lt;br /&gt;But still. He went out of his way to somewhat return it to its rightful owner. I would have just taken it to authorities or the bank in which it came from (if it was in the area....gas is expensive, yo). I'd be too disgruntled at the fact that the money wasn't mine to begin with.  I have a heart, but it's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind.&lt;br /&gt;Fifty fucking bucks, though? Really? &lt;br /&gt;I know the check owner didn't have to give him anything, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the money hungry asshole in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-5490067189900576326?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5490067189900576326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=5490067189900576326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5490067189900576326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5490067189900576326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-im-just-greedy-but-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-5577882793510466624</id><published>2007-12-31T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:13:58.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.crazydaysandnights.net/"&gt;blind item&lt;/a&gt; website is doing a bunch of "reveals" of past blind items all night tonight. Check them out if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do much of guessing on the site (I really suck at it for some reason), but I always read what others guess and get a kick out of it all. I don't even care if the website or the author himself is legit or not. It's just too much fun not to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-5577882793510466624?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5577882793510466624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=5577882793510466624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5577882793510466624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5577882793510466624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-my-favorite-blind-item-website-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-3319473870047779660</id><published>2007-12-31T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:07:17.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch better step off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R3mPg7A3GII/AAAAAAAAABw/7rTO-0ED2yM/s1600-h/6lj26go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R3mPg7A3GII/AAAAAAAAABw/7rTO-0ED2yM/s320/6lj26go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150305444634761346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things wrong with this picture. K-Fed is sporting what seems to be a mullet-hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have Paris and her wonky eye looking eager to spread the Valtrex lovin onto her next potential victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. I know Brit-Brit is a mess right now. But I still have high hopes that she will get her act together one day. It's nasties like Paris who are helping to drive her to the depths of despair she seems to be sinking into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't Paris and Britney chummy just a few weeks ago? This just proves (as if we needed more proof) what a worthless, conniving waste of space Paris is. Seriously. She doesn't seem to care who knows what a shitty person she is. She is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;loving&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; having this picture taken. She knows that it's going to be all over the Internet. And that people (like me) will be writing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Skank wins every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-3319473870047779660?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3319473870047779660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=3319473870047779660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/3319473870047779660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/3319473870047779660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitch-better-step-off.html' title='Bitch better step off'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/R3mPg7A3GII/AAAAAAAAABw/7rTO-0ED2yM/s72-c/6lj26go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-1985676856746857629</id><published>2007-12-27T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:01:23.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ain't over yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/"&gt;Thanks, Santa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are how many more days left in the year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/12/22/boy-meets-world-star-meets-jail-cell/"&gt;Topanga &lt;/a&gt;was busted recently, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-1985676856746857629?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1985676856746857629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=1985676856746857629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1985676856746857629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1985676856746857629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-aint-over-yet.html' title='Christmas ain&apos;t over yet!'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-4150854434253848226</id><published>2007-12-22T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:50:03.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;today and actually bought two late Christmas gifts from it. I'm not a fan of the clothing (mostly due to the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to get anything over my fat head, let alone the rest of my body), but I loved pretty much everything else it had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://uncommongoods.com/"&gt;another site&lt;/a&gt; a month or so ago that had great stuff in the way of gift ideas. I haven't bought anything from it, but did find a lot of stuff that I wanted for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-4150854434253848226?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4150854434253848226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=4150854434253848226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4150854434253848226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4150854434253848226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-1828184978232007924</id><published>2007-12-22T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:09:39.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough already</title><content type='html'>So Jamie Lynn is knocked up. I'm not so sure as to why anyone is surprised. There is so much debate on how things happened the way they did, when it's really very simple. She put out. Now she's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally putting out around that age and I could have very well been in the same position. It's not so much about coming from bad parenting as it is about the simple fact that young teenage girls are sexually active. I'm  not saying I condone it. I wouldn't exactly give the girl a high-five if I saw her. I know why I was having sex at such a young age, and it wasn't because I had shitty parents. I had other issues that led to my behavior growing up. I just chose to deal with them in a very irresponsible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is this. Just give her a break. It's not as if she's your average knocked up sixteen-year-old who doesn't yet have a job. The girl is loaded. Which means she can hire the best nanny out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-1828184978232007924?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1828184978232007924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=1828184978232007924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1828184978232007924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1828184978232007924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/enough-already.html' title='Enough already'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-5932343946388457306</id><published>2007-12-14T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:53:44.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Me(at)</title><content type='html'>I am going to watch 20/20 tonight so I can see the new Britney Spears video for "Piece of Me'. I actually hate the song, but the video looks like it will be better than the one for "Gimme More" (a song I do like). Below is a preview for it and already I have some concerns. &lt;br /&gt;Why do her eyebrows always bother me? She always seems to look as if she doesn't even have any. And her hair. Granted it looks bad, but it looks better than what she sports in public. It's obviously possible for it to look better, so why doesn't she just opt to have her hair look like it does in her videos, but on a regular daily basis? Oh. That's right. That would imply that my girl would be demonstrating something called logical and/or rational thinking (hey, I'm not really insulting her...I tend to lack the ability to demonstrate either of those things, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait a minute. Is that the same black bikini looking top she wore at the VMA's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FROQKq4GhwM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FROQKq4GhwM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-5932343946388457306?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5932343946388457306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=5932343946388457306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5932343946388457306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5932343946388457306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-going-to-watch-2020-tonight-so-i.html' title='Piece of Me(at)'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-7116842996538459886</id><published>2007-12-06T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:24:33.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How funny</title><content type='html'>I was just talking to my friend Christie last night about a blind item I had read about a certain film actress who is supposed to be coming out of the closet sometime soon. I was telling her that it had to be Queen Latifah because it said "big" star and that this actress lives in a small city/town. The only other option would have been Jodie Foster. &lt;br /&gt;Today I read that this past Tuesday at some event,Jodie Foster, for the first time, publicly acknowledged her "lady friend" of the past 20 years. Granted, she didn't actually say the actual words everyone wants to hear, but I guess it seems pretty obvious now. &lt;br /&gt;We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;Here's the blind item I am referring to, by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHICH big Hollywood actress is about to come out of the closet? She’s been living with her girlfriend in a small town, where all the neighbors know, and the two are now engaged to be married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if it's still really the Queen this is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-7116842996538459886?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7116842996538459886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=7116842996538459886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7116842996538459886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7116842996538459886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-funny.html' title='How funny'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-4198795658303373262</id><published>2007-09-12T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:18:47.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that you should know (or, Things I'm not brave enough to tell you myself)</title><content type='html'>You are not a hippie.  A hypocrite, yes.  But a hippie? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "eating" is spelled with only one "t", not two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one of your kids is bound to hate you when they grow up (if they don't already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nose ring looks ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commas are, not meant to, be, placed just, anywhere,. And capitalization has a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have bad hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dali Lama hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.H.O.D.M. has been revived and renamed T.H.O.D.O. and I am its new president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am drama, then you are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "About Me" section sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look older.  Much older.  Like ten years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to read your diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really do something about those eyebrows.  Seriously.  Just tweezing the unibrow is not enough.  And don't get me started on the 'stache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-4198795658303373262?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4198795658303373262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=4198795658303373262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4198795658303373262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4198795658303373262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-you-should-know-or-things.html' title='Things that you should know (or, Things I&apos;m not brave enough to tell you myself)'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-668168078999023155</id><published>2007-07-10T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:27:13.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sore loser</title><content type='html'>I watched the new World Series of Pop Culture last night and ended up getting extremely  pissed off.  The questions were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; freaking easy.  And all I kept thinking about was all the people who were watching it thinking to themselves "Oh, I could be on this show!".   And I thought about how I was that person last year. But I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to try out.  And it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not fair how hard the questions are that they give you for the test compared to the elementary level of questions they have on the show.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I'll continue to watch, but damn! I know our team could have gone far on the show had I been able to pass that damn test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-668168078999023155?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/668168078999023155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=668168078999023155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/668168078999023155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/668168078999023155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-watched-new-world-series-of-pop.html' title='sore loser'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-6995736163953191421</id><published>2007-06-26T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:35:35.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't as eager to turn on the television this morning as I was the day Paris went to jail (after being ordered straight from court).  I actually forgot about it for a minute, until I did my morning ritual of reading the "news" on the Internet.  I'm going to say something that I have never said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris looks good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RoEUT85bvaI/AAAAAAAAABE/yWOigHIfeRs/s1600-h/000bdt1x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RoEUT85bvaI/AAAAAAAAABE/yWOigHIfeRs/s320/000bdt1x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080364187647720866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because homegirl isn't slathered in makeup?  Or self tanner?  Or because she isn't wearing those ridiculous fake blue contacts (no offense to anyone who wears colored contacts).  All of these could be contributing factors.  I have never thought Paris was an attractive girl.  Her face always seemed too tiny for even an infant.  I'm sure all the negative publicity has tarnished her image as well in my eyes anyway.  But I saw this picture (among many) and couldn't believe how, dare I say it, pretty she looked. &lt;br /&gt;It'll pass I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is talking about the statements she has made about how grateful she is now about everything she has.  About how she's not the same person (after just three days, too?) she was.  She's going to make a difference in her community (what, not sleep with everyone?).  I am going to agree with one of many reporters/journalists when they said she is just setting herself up for failure.  I mean, great.  I'm glad she has seen the error of her ways. But to say she's going to completely change and not be that person everyone loves to hate?  C'mon.  Nobody can pull that off.  Baby steps, Paris.  I myself can vouch that it's easier said than done that a certain lifestyle is going to change.  She's going to fail.  As much as I'd love to see her do all of these things, to see her change, she's going to screw it up.  It's inevitable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;, it's great for me because I'll have something to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evilbeetgossip.com/?attachment_id=4006"&gt;Neverfuckingmind.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch is wearing her blue contacts &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fake eyelashes. &lt;br /&gt;Whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-6995736163953191421?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6995736163953191421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=6995736163953191421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6995736163953191421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/6995736163953191421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wasnt-as-eager-to-turn-on-television.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RoEUT85bvaI/AAAAAAAAABE/yWOigHIfeRs/s72-c/000bdt1x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-7390048683840498305</id><published>2007-06-22T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:07:54.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started watching the Food Network today.  I have no idea why I've never done this before, but I'm hooked now.  I got two easy and awesome recipes off of just one show!  I cannot wait to try them out.  Maile loved watching it, too.  She got out a bunch of her "cooking" toys and mimicked the people on the shows.  Then she'd freak out if I changed the channel just for a second.  Hey, it's better than watching Madagascar (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; do not like that movie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-7390048683840498305?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7390048683840498305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=7390048683840498305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7390048683840498305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7390048683840498305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-started-watching-food-network-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-4794102579123334435</id><published>2007-06-13T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:00:44.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Kim Cantore</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go ahead and make a 2007 Hurricane prediction. I'm going for the week of July 15th-July 21st.  And I predict that it will be close enough to Pensacola that it will ruin any of my fun summer plans.  I have a friend that will be visiting from Colorado during that time, so that alone should ensure disaster.  Every single year, regardless of whether I have plans for my birthday, or just plans for some sort of vacation/time off, a storm hits.  It could be early June or late September.  If I have something planned, you can rest assured that there is going to be some sort of tropical action that will delay a flight or knock my power out for a week.  So,while I have been making sure all of my friends are aware of my upcoming thirtieth birthday party, I kind of almost just want to bite my tongue and tell them to forget about it. Something tells me it's not gonna happen.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering moving all future vacations and quite possibly even my birthday to the winter time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-4794102579123334435?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4794102579123334435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=4794102579123334435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4794102579123334435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/4794102579123334435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-call-me-kim-cantore.html' title='Just call me Kim Cantore'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-5288915184974015996</id><published>2007-06-09T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:03:56.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What list does this put me on?</title><content type='html'>Who's getting the best birthday present ever?  Why, that would be me!  My wonderful husband is at this very moment buying me (ok, us since he will be joining me) tickets to see Kathy Griffin in Clearwater, Florida.  The show is in August!  I'm soooo excited!!  How awesome is that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-5288915184974015996?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5288915184974015996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=5288915184974015996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5288915184974015996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/5288915184974015996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-list-does-this-put-me-on.html' title='What list does this put me on?'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-8431938684057766927</id><published>2007-06-08T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:50:10.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not right!!!  I still have two dozen cupcakes left to eat!</title><content type='html'>I was totally going to write today about how pissed I was about the whole Paris getting out of jail early because she's been so sad bullshit...but then I tuned into all the media coverage this morning on the television and changed my mind.  I guess I'm just going to have to wait and see what happens!  I have to stay home and wait for the ECUA people to come check out our outdoor leak anyway....What better way to pass the time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;Paris has been ordered to go back to jail!! And has to serve her original 45 day sentence!!!  Yay!!!  I could say so much about all of this, but I won't (say so much...just a little).  I'll leave it for the media to debate.  I will say that regardless of how ridiculous the time sentenced is (yes, even I agree it is a bit much...45 day, 23 days..whatever), I am glad to see that Paris is going to have to serve it (and that is still debatable since there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; going to be an appeal).  There are so many things going around on the internet and the television, it's hard to comment on one aspect of it without having or wanting to go into another.  But I did one thing fairly interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;Greta van Susteren commented on how she was two feet away from Paris in the courtroom and she seemed concerned that there really is something wrong with Ms. Hilton in terms of her mental stability.  She said she was shaking, shivering and twitching in a very abnormal fashion.  I mean, yeah, she was crying which can cause someone to shake if you're sobbing uncontrollably. Hell, I can attest to that. Well, I just read on the Evil Beet website that another internet blogger brought up the idea that maybe all this is some sort of withdrawal.  Which would make sense if she was "not well" while in jail for those short three days.  And all that crap that Greta witnessed...well, it makes you wonder. Part of me thinks it's just an act, though.  She's probably been coached on how to act, to back up this whole on-the-verge-of-a-nervous-breakdown bit.  Whatever.  Everyone is going to have their speculations and we'll probably never really know what was/is going on in that air filled head of Heiress Hilton.  Maybe she'll fill us in with her Prison Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.  Great way to start my weekend. Can't wait to see what LiLo is going to pull over the weekend from rehab so as to get the media attention back onto her. &lt;br /&gt;Now, where are those ECUA people????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-8431938684057766927?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8431938684057766927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=8431938684057766927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8431938684057766927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/8431938684057766927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-america.html' title='It&apos;s not right!!!  I still have two dozen cupcakes left to eat!'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-806352081545040225</id><published>2007-05-28T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:19:11.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt9rb5rx-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SN1dgNRtH-s/s1600-h/DSC04415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt9rb5rx-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SN1dgNRtH-s/s200/DSC04415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069783990713173986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who else but me could go away for a couple of days to relax and come back with injuries? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mike and I met my parents at my cousin's lake house in Lake Martin for the holiday weekend. Within five hours, I had a badly sprained ankle. About eight hours after that I was missing half of a toenail on the opposite foot. Nice, huh? The sprained ankle happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when I was returning from the bathroom to the pier where everyone was sitting and drinking. On the way back down the stone steps, my ankle gave way, as it does from time to time (I had an incident years ago which involved me doing the running man that ended pretty much the same way). Yes, alcohol was involved but I still insist this would have happened regardless. Luckily, my cousins husband is a doctor and he knew nothing was broken. So the next morning, I was hopping around (think Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poehler's&lt;/span&gt; one legged character, Amber, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt;) in agony and I stubbed my right toe on a chair. It didn't hurt, but when I looked down to see if there was any damage, I noticed that half of my toenail was hanging on for dear life and blood was just gushing out. Yeah. So not getting a pedicure anytime soon. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the weekend with caution. If there were bees, I'd haul ass because I figured I'd get attacked by a swarm. When we went on the boat, I held on for dear life. If I was just sitting still, I was still on guard. You can never be too careful. Especially if you are me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While I was away, I had an inkling that something big would go down. The last time I was gone for a few days and away from the television and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, Britney Spears entered rehab twice and shaved her head. I freaked out when I got home from that trip when I saw it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I screamed at Mike, "How could you not tell me about Britney??" He claimed to not have known about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;About a month ago, we went to Montgomery overnight and when we got back, I got to read how Paris was sentenced to 45 days in jail. So I couldn't wait to see what would be waiting for me when I got back this weekend. I did however, get to see a glimpse while away. The television was on for a second and I did get to see that Lindsay had been busted for DUI and possession of cocaine. Awesome. I doubt she'll get into much trouble with this being her first offense and whatnot. It sucks, but I really am hoping to see her blame the cocaine on someone else. I have no doubt in my mind that this whole situation will not phase her one bit. She's barely twenty-one years old. She's probably laughing about the whole thing to her friends. She won't see the severity of the situation until she's much older and something else happens to her. Maybe she'll have much more to lose then to make it hit her that she has royally fucked up. Going out partying just days after and not even caring anymore who has the snapshots to prove it? I would not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;surprised if we see headlines in the next days or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;eks to follow about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OD'ing&lt;/span&gt; or just taking her own life. I wouldn't want to see that happen, but I wouldn't be surprised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, hope everyone else called cabs or just stayed home over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Long weekends are nice, especially now that I get to partake in them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_A75ryAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/04YdkdwdIKc/s1600-h/DSC04419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_A75ryAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/04YdkdwdIKc/s200/DSC04419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069785459591989250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_BL5ryBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XoFuV-oJ3y8/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_BL5ryBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XoFuV-oJ3y8/s200/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069785463886956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_Bb5ryCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VttFpEq9r20/s1600-h/DSC04442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt_Bb5ryCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VttFpEq9r20/s200/DSC04442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069785468181923874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-806352081545040225?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/806352081545040225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=806352081545040225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/806352081545040225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/806352081545040225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-else-but-me-could-go-away-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/Rlt9rb5rx-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SN1dgNRtH-s/s72-c/DSC04415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-7425903837130095855</id><published>2007-05-16T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:40:47.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like many people my age, I remember the days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt; where you actually saw music videos pretty much anytime you switched to that channel. Over the years it's just gone downhill and all you really get are heinous television shows that are completely scripted, starring young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; gay porn actors pretending to be straight and oh so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt; (seriously, this happened). Don't get me wrong, I had (have) my share of guilty pleasures. I proudly watched Making the Band which gave us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Danity&lt;/span&gt; Kane. While I'm so over the Real World, I still love me some RR/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RW&lt;/span&gt; Challenges and wait for the day Katie and Veronica pick up where they left off so many years ago (Katie would destroy her). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So imagine my surprise when I caught this gem of a show called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tequita&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt;". At first I didn't know who these girls were or why we were being subjected to watching them try to make it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Then I realized they were two girls who (luckily) didn't make it as part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Danity&lt;/span&gt; Kane. After the first episode, I was hooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The story behind them is that after Making the Band, they became fast friends and eventually best friends. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; being the dream maker he is, decided to give them their own show which would land them in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, trying to make it "on their own." I don't know how real much of them making it "on their own" actually was, but it was entertaining. The two girls stayed in the Happy Inn, which was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;craptastic&lt;/span&gt; motel ran by some old lady (can't remember her name). The girls eventually met with an agent and got odd jobs here and there. They did everything from working with a magician to working at the Imperial Palace's Legends in Concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The thing that I loved about these two girls was that everything seemed so genuine. You immediately fell in love with them and were continuously rooting for them to make it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Taquita&lt;/span&gt; had you laughing nonstop at her antics, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt; was always just so endearing. It just all seemed so natural. They were adamant about not doing anything too risque and always eager to show off their talents. It seemed like you were actually watching a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; reality type show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt; cancelled the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heaven forbid they keep on a show that wasn't so obviously scripted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;appealed&lt;/span&gt; to someone over the age of fifteen. Supposedly the ratings were too low, but I honestly don't believe they kept in on the air long enough to even garner any type of audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I rarely ever get attached to something so quickly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; something aired on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;. I just hope someone else noticed them and that we haven't seen the last of either of them. Until then-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;R.I.P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Taquita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kaui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-7425903837130095855?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7425903837130095855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=7425903837130095855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7425903837130095855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/7425903837130095855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-many-people-my-age-i-remember-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-1521984424616126400</id><published>2007-05-15T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:13:56.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxim Hot 100 for 2007</title><content type='html'>I'm only going to post the top 10 in descending order just so you can all see where I'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Longoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eva Mendez&lt;br /&gt;6. Ali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Larter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jessica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Biel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scarlett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Johansson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;1. Lindsay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. The fuck? Lindsay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt;? While I agree that a fake tan is a safer bet than say, frying in the sun all day and getting sun spots, I hardly recommend sporting an orange layer of nastiness. I saw her on Conan the other night and she was saying how she has a person who sprays her down (with Lysol?) with her own tanning machine. And that she herself has her own little spray tanning machine. Obviously she hasn't quite mastered it. Another gripe I have about Miss Coke Bloat taking the number one spot is the fact that she looks older than half the women who made the top 100. This girl is barely 21, yet has more bags under her eyes than I do rolls of fat on my back. I have done my share of partying, but I didn't start to show it in my appearance (i.e. wrinkles, bad skin) until about two years or so ago. And I'm almost 30. Another thing about their labeling her as the hottest of the hot, is the fact that there are other women on this list, others in the top ten who have killer bodies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LiLo&lt;/span&gt;? Not so much. I mean, yeah, she's no longer all skin and bones but she's also nothing to drool over. Jessica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Biel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; both have amazing figures that they work hard to maintain (although something tells me that if they stopped working out and sat around writing blogs about stupid shit, they'd still somehow look great) and they only make #5 and #10? Granted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; looks somewhat mannish, but really. What man is looking at her face, anyway? She could have complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; face and men wouldn't care as long as she keeps working on her fitness.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. It's Maxim. The only ones who should care about who made the list are the easily distracted boys and men who read the magazine (my hubby stopped reading it a few years ago).&lt;br /&gt;When does People or whatever magazine have their top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; list come out? And who will make the cut (and I don't mean cutting lines, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LiLo&lt;/span&gt;, so stop getting so excited) then? Something tells me it won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Blohan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-1521984424616126400?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1521984424616126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=1521984424616126400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1521984424616126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1521984424616126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/05/maxim-hot-100-for-2007.html' title='Maxim Hot 100 for 2007'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171265347898263518.post-1424918167226581659</id><published>2007-05-15T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:23:01.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple of my eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RknIAV7HwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ckk6Qz8EofE/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064799164165505570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RknIAV7HwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ckk6Qz8EofE/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, I was looking on eBay for a pair of shoes I didn't think I would be able to find. I first stumbled upon them one day while I was actually searching for a cute pair of yellow flats. While I did find some cute yellow shoes, I also fell in love with a red pair. But they were only available in a size 5.5 and a size 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I don't think I've ever known any adult besides my own mother who could wear that size. I used to wear 6 and 6.5, but those days have been gone since I had my daughter. I now have to wear 7. I think I have only been able to wear a size 6.5 once since, but I know it's just because that certain shoe brand runs large. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been looking for these shoes everywhere I can think of on the internet in my size. Apparently it's a small brand that isn't really available but at a couple of places. Which really sucks, because all of the shoes are cute and they are &lt;em&gt;cheap.&lt;/em&gt; So I was searching again last night for them on eBay just for the hell of it and found them. I even found them in other colors and other sizes! I was so happy. I'd had a shitty day already, so finding the shoes (and then buying them) really made me feel better. It's amazing how something so small (and materialistic?) could lift my spirits up so high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/171265347898263518-1424918167226581659?l=kimishoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1424918167226581659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=171265347898263518&amp;postID=1424918167226581659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1424918167226581659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/171265347898263518/posts/default/1424918167226581659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimishoestrings.blogspot.com/2007/05/apple-of-my-eye.html' title='Apple of my eye'/><author><name>kimishoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/STX15Na7sSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Rv2jfsUFppg/S220/1224981335334542.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SpaXSAGnaFw/RknIAV7HwiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ckk6Qz8EofE/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
