<?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-31433718</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:02:45.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mostly nakers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8268523250640508898</id><published>2012-01-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:39:17.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upon closer inspection</title><content type='html'>you have called us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shown us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8268523250640508898?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8268523250640508898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8268523250640508898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8268523250640508898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8268523250640508898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2012/01/upon-closer-inspection.html' title='upon closer inspection'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7534750597029809671</id><published>2012-01-11T14:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:08:58.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>a vine&lt;br /&gt;stretching, winding, twisting around the door&lt;br /&gt;twice&lt;br /&gt;in the night I see &lt;br /&gt;a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the day&lt;br /&gt;a man &lt;br /&gt;finding his voice&lt;br /&gt;tapes up&lt;br /&gt;victory&lt;br /&gt;and destiny&lt;br /&gt;on the same door frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and begins to understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is a fruitful vine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7534750597029809671?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7534750597029809671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7534750597029809671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7534750597029809671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7534750597029809671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2012/01/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8168583928155396438</id><published>2011-10-18T13:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:07:29.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of the plunder</title><content type='html'>you &lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke &lt;br /&gt;rolls across the bedroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;turning my head&lt;br /&gt;across my pillow to follow you&lt;br /&gt;glory&lt;br /&gt;glory &lt;br /&gt;glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sense of spirit&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so &lt;br /&gt;it begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8168583928155396438?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8168583928155396438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8168583928155396438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8168583928155396438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8168583928155396438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-darkness-of-night.html' title='the start of the plunder'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2202407811147345642</id><published>2011-06-29T10:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:09:53.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>loved</title><content type='html'>a long hallway&lt;br /&gt;in a church &lt;br /&gt;where I grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crept through the dark&lt;br /&gt;terror&lt;br /&gt;and silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until at last&lt;br /&gt;by the door &lt;br /&gt;I fell&lt;br /&gt;unable to move &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the distance;&lt;br /&gt;footsteps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of the dark legs come into view&lt;br /&gt;and a hand&lt;br /&gt;reaches&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple word&lt;br /&gt;'lets go'&lt;br /&gt;and I am pulled up &lt;br /&gt;by the man &lt;br /&gt;who has always&lt;br /&gt;been the one&lt;br /&gt;to love and to carry&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;connected to my soul&lt;br /&gt;who's blessing and character&lt;br /&gt;give me the strength &lt;br /&gt;to break my ties with&lt;br /&gt;the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2202407811147345642?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2202407811147345642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2202407811147345642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2202407811147345642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2202407811147345642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/06/loved.html' title='loved'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3924348195819004954</id><published>2011-06-13T12:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:27:43.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>open</title><content type='html'>there&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooden&lt;br /&gt;cracked and&lt;br /&gt;ancient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in a place &lt;br /&gt;that was&lt;br /&gt;a blind spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is there; &lt;br /&gt;suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and yet present,&lt;br /&gt;as it always was&lt;br /&gt;from birth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a red twist of a cord holds a hanging sign&lt;br /&gt;and a warning&lt;br /&gt;that my heart has always heeded&lt;br /&gt;until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like light through a shut eye&lt;br /&gt;the color&lt;br /&gt;around the door&lt;br /&gt;is blood &lt;br /&gt;transparent skin; illuminated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the force&lt;br /&gt;of the Mighty One&lt;br /&gt;it is thrown &lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky&lt;br /&gt;pours in&lt;br /&gt;and sight &lt;br /&gt;is given&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3924348195819004954?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3924348195819004954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3924348195819004954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3924348195819004954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3924348195819004954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/06/open.html' title='open'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1270820065231581667</id><published>2011-05-18T11:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:29:30.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>orange</title><content type='html'>I was telling her that it was &lt;br /&gt;my Grandparents house&lt;br /&gt;only different&lt;br /&gt;there were two doors on either end &lt;br /&gt;one to exit&lt;br /&gt;one to enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we watched as my words came to life&lt;br /&gt;and the story of my dream&lt;br /&gt;unfolded within the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the line of people came through&lt;br /&gt;with the pronouncement that&lt;br /&gt;David is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how long ago was it that&lt;br /&gt;I was told&lt;br /&gt;David is coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him &lt;br /&gt;this boy&lt;br /&gt;followed by men&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;br /&gt;a man&lt;br /&gt;standing by the round table covered in white&lt;br /&gt;and a reminder that &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to drink the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after it is gone&lt;br /&gt;their faces &lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like star bursts&lt;br /&gt;of orange&lt;br /&gt;I see them&lt;br /&gt;in a new &lt;br /&gt;light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1270820065231581667?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1270820065231581667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1270820065231581667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1270820065231581667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1270820065231581667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/05/orange.html' title='orange'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-48868659511137746</id><published>2011-05-10T19:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:50:32.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cold hot cold hot cold hot cold</title><content type='html'>let's get better at this life thing&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;conquer all the things &lt;br /&gt;that have conquered us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-48868659511137746?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/48868659511137746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=48868659511137746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/48868659511137746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/48868659511137746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold-hot-cold-hot-cold-hot-cold.html' title='cold hot cold hot cold hot cold'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4562804025030380033</id><published>2011-04-28T10:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:06:35.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the right</title><content type='html'>fall back into yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the striving &lt;br /&gt;anxiety&lt;br /&gt;is not&lt;br /&gt;required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be still in that &lt;br /&gt;moment&lt;br /&gt;of not yet awake&lt;br /&gt;the songs of heaven&lt;br /&gt;still present&lt;br /&gt;from the quiet of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the calmness of breath stay&lt;br /&gt;and the moment of&lt;br /&gt;assured&lt;br /&gt;expectation&lt;br /&gt;of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall back into yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be still&lt;br /&gt;and know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4562804025030380033?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4562804025030380033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4562804025030380033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4562804025030380033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4562804025030380033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-right.html' title='on the right'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5900245159906633749</id><published>2011-01-26T08:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:28:31.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning</title><content type='html'>I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;that you stood in line&lt;br /&gt;with all the others&lt;br /&gt;to receive a blessing &lt;br /&gt;from a man&lt;br /&gt;long dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his body&lt;br /&gt;lowered into the ground&lt;br /&gt;and yet he was there &lt;br /&gt;standing&lt;br /&gt;preaching&lt;br /&gt;like he always was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you would not see&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;and my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;but went ahead&lt;br /&gt;to have hands laid on you&lt;br /&gt;like old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I sat&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;weeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5900245159906633749?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5900245159906633749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5900245159906633749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5900245159906633749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5900245159906633749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2011/01/early-morning.html' title='early morning'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-9125381233100515750</id><published>2010-12-06T19:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:33:12.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this point</title><content type='html'>I am turned to face up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;toward the door&lt;br /&gt;that leads&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I no longer see&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;standing&lt;br /&gt;in your nightgown &lt;br /&gt;hunched in the dark&lt;br /&gt;smothered by the ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I no longer am &lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;open to fear&lt;br /&gt;carrying the weight&lt;br /&gt;of your destruction&lt;br /&gt;connected to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turned to face the light&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;br /&gt;am &lt;br /&gt;free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-9125381233100515750?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/9125381233100515750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=9125381233100515750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9125381233100515750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9125381233100515750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-turned-to-face-up-stairs-toward.html' title='this 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by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And we stood tall,&lt;br /&gt;And remembered our own land,&lt;br /&gt;What we lived for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Get over your hill and see what you find there,&lt;br /&gt;With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I cling to what I knew&lt;br /&gt;I saw exactly what was true&lt;br /&gt;But oh no more.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hold,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hold with all I have.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't die alone and be left there.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll just go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;Because death is just so full and man so small.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Get over your hill and see what you find there,&lt;br /&gt;With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Get over your hill and see what you find there,&lt;br /&gt;With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mumford and Sons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6379573249541515977?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6379573249541515977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6379573249541515977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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mother&lt;br /&gt;I remember you sleeping on the couch &lt;br /&gt;downstairs in the basement&lt;br /&gt;unable to get up &lt;br /&gt;to live&lt;br /&gt;to care&lt;br /&gt;to give&lt;br /&gt;to think about anything but your&lt;br /&gt;ill planned escape&lt;br /&gt;your destruction of our world &lt;br /&gt;because you are sick&lt;br /&gt;I understand now that you have &lt;br /&gt;been sick my whole life, and long before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borderline personality disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a name&lt;br /&gt;the person you become when you &lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;and are no longer my mom&lt;br /&gt;no longer the person who looks on me with love&lt;br /&gt;with grace&lt;br /&gt;with a desire to do what is good for &lt;br /&gt;the children you have brought into the world&lt;br /&gt;the family you hold the power to destroy&lt;br /&gt;and do&lt;br /&gt;because you are broken&lt;br /&gt;and I see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what little girl, teenager, and even&lt;br /&gt;adult can really understand&lt;br /&gt;this disease&lt;br /&gt;this deficiency&lt;br /&gt;this total madness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-606219508830862821?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/606219508830862821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=606219508830862821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/606219508830862821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/606219508830862821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/10/post.html' title='post'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-521124837742441665</id><published>2010-07-08T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:31:33.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the angels have the phonebox</title><content type='html'>Dear heart you have blossomed&lt;br /&gt;Grown&lt;br /&gt;Found truth and stumbled upon death&lt;br /&gt;You have fought and stood&lt;br /&gt;You have been moved to understand beauty in the face of adversity&lt;br /&gt;And now I am going to tell you how brave you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world through grey and blue&lt;br /&gt;Through something that you have been told is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;But after being pushed down again and again&lt;br /&gt;You rise up and face fire&lt;br /&gt;You face the dark and you walk forward&lt;br /&gt;When so few do&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;The world waits&lt;br /&gt;Patient and warm with welcome&lt;br /&gt;For you to run&lt;br /&gt;Like the night waits to become day&lt;br /&gt;The world waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become my sister&lt;br /&gt;Awoken and feasted on life&lt;br /&gt;You see everything around you&lt;br /&gt;You fight with depth&lt;br /&gt;You fight with grace&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is for the destitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not loose your strength in this though&lt;br /&gt;Even in these years of growth&lt;br /&gt;These years of circumstance and truth&lt;br /&gt;You will not be pushed down love&lt;br /&gt;You, with untouchable beauty&lt;br /&gt;You will only bloom now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E.C. Fleury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-521124837742441665?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/521124837742441665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=521124837742441665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/521124837742441665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/521124837742441665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/07/angles-have-phonebox.html' title='the angels have the phonebox'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4504685736320598797</id><published>2010-06-29T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:45:08.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4504685736320598797?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4504685736320598797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4504685736320598797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4504685736320598797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4504685736320598797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2978112011627711519</id><published>2010-06-29T13:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:43:40.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a house is built where it wasn't before</title><content type='html'>I was told about this in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;and with a word that hung in the air&lt;br /&gt;I was warned about the coming destruction&lt;br /&gt;I misunderstood a warning as a sign that change was possible&lt;br /&gt;the deepest truth about what is&lt;br /&gt;about what was&lt;br /&gt;about what always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change was not possible not because I did not choose it &lt;br /&gt;but because she did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the front yard of the acreage house and there is a big black bull &lt;br /&gt;loose in the yard&lt;br /&gt;my mother is throwing the little kids up in the trees to keep them safe&lt;br /&gt;she is yelling at me to take them inside &lt;br /&gt;I can not open the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a winter night&lt;br /&gt;so cold there is no sound&lt;br /&gt;so dark only the white snow is visible&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get from the shop to the house&lt;br /&gt;there is polar bear somewhere in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Dale runs out of the house with a gun and a dog&lt;br /&gt;but runs into the dark with no direction, the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am attacked by the bear&lt;br /&gt;I hold open his jaws with my bare hands&lt;br /&gt;they will not shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cold winter night&lt;br /&gt;so cold there is no sound&lt;br /&gt;so dark only the white snow is visible&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get from the shop to the house&lt;br /&gt;only this time there is a wolf somewhere in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Dale runs out of the house, the wrong way again&lt;br /&gt;the wolf attacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and hear this sentence in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the memories of the family you have now will have to sustain you for the rest of your life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is told to me years before now.&lt;br /&gt;and yet now the dreams are reality&lt;br /&gt;the destruction has come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2978112011627711519?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2978112011627711519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2978112011627711519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2978112011627711519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2978112011627711519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/06/house-is-built-where-is-wasnt-before.html' title='a house is built where it wasn&apos;t before'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-699453040203120397</id><published>2010-06-16T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:13:01.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gratuitous ninja moves</title><content type='html'>how do you begin to explain a life&lt;br /&gt;that has never been spoken of&lt;br /&gt;only whispered of in the darkest places of fear&lt;br /&gt;never realized&lt;br /&gt;the conclusions and final destinations blocked by everything you don't want to ever let cross your mind, become concrete in the space of reality.&lt;br /&gt;how do you articulate what has happed&lt;br /&gt;after the world has come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Black Limousine, Shiniest Car I've Ever Seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy sun&lt;br /&gt;Heavy lashes and a beat up car door&lt;br /&gt;Breaks scraping and the choking sound of a bird’s death&lt;br /&gt;Throwing up on a strange and familiar highway&lt;br /&gt;Without words or voices or windy tires&lt;br /&gt;This was never my fault&lt;br /&gt;This was your victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing through the crowds until you were satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your children in a bloody fermenting pool behind you&lt;br /&gt;On to the next&lt;br /&gt;On to the roping in and the churning out&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you hurt so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be alone and abandoned and aching&lt;br /&gt;For you have set me on fire in your doorway so many times&lt;br /&gt;You have taken and taken and taken again&lt;br /&gt;Any hope that I held like a burning rope in my hands threaded through my gut&lt;br /&gt;Your sword of diseases&lt;br /&gt;You are the cold&lt;br /&gt;You are the homeless winter&lt;br /&gt;You have stricken me with grief&lt;br /&gt;And forced me to walk with shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your daughter but you&lt;br /&gt;You were never mine&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rip the poetry from your heart and turn it to dust&lt;br /&gt;You have lost me&lt;br /&gt;You have beaten me&lt;br /&gt;and finally I have had enough&lt;br /&gt;your ragged life is no fault of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your children have gone missing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elise Fleury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reality of my mother, of myself, of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-699453040203120397?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/699453040203120397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=699453040203120397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/699453040203120397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/699453040203120397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/06/gratuitous-ninja-moves.html' title='gratuitous ninja moves'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1592309851121351749</id><published>2010-05-06T18:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:31:56.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tried to be the robot king, but settled for the robot boy</title><content type='html'>j: don't dance around the robot&lt;br /&gt;k: that is a phrase I never thought would be uttered in our house&lt;br /&gt;j: I always knew it would&lt;br /&gt;k: really?&lt;br /&gt;j: except I always thought we would be robot worshipers and the end of that sentence would go something like -without your ceremonial robot worshiping dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippets of a conversation from tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Evie was circling the new iRobot Roomba vacuum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1592309851121351749?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1592309851121351749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1592309851121351749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1592309851121351749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1592309851121351749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/05/tried-to-be-robot-king-but-settled-for.html' title='tried to be the robot king, but settled for the robot boy'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7816853643483248581</id><published>2010-04-18T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:14:50.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How long does it take to mail a freakin baby?!</title><content type='html'>which is what I said in a dream last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7816853643483248581?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2894259014160307136</id><published>2010-04-07T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:00:58.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is what Cowboys call their girlfriends</title><content type='html'>I was on my way into my grandparents house&lt;br /&gt;and asked my mom why some men call women 'baby'&lt;br /&gt;she told me that 'baby' is what only cowboys call their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I believed her for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2894259014160307136?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2894259014160307136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2894259014160307136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2894259014160307136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2894259014160307136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-is-what-cowboys-call-their.html' title='Baby is what Cowboys call their girlfriends'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1546352093146889868</id><published>2010-03-25T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:57:47.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lets give it up for the ones 3 feet above us</title><content type='html'>At the end of the above average but not spectacular production half of the audience rose to their feet in a rousing standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;I stayed where I was.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of pounding the palms of my hands together to declare my appreciation does not fit in any mode of communication that conveys any sincerity in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;To rise to my feet and bang my hands together to communicate my excess of emotion and gratitude is even more puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;Social customs demand context and I suppose in the theater, the customs and traditions are carried out with as little speculation of their efficacy as possible. &lt;br /&gt;I am usually faking it, more conscience of self than communication.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how many other people are faking it and how many people hold fast to this tradition because it means something.&lt;br /&gt;Slap your hands together, rise to your feet, slap harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1546352093146889868?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1546352093146889868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1546352093146889868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1546352093146889868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1546352093146889868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-give-it-up-for-ones-3-feet-above.html' title='lets give it up for the ones 3 feet above us'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6799485889327072266</id><published>2009-09-12T07:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:51:10.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reach out and shake a hand, make a friend today</title><content type='html'>we were standing in the Charlottetown airport after an exhausting week&lt;br /&gt;Evie was 9 months old and we were facing a 9 hour flight back home&lt;br /&gt;the week was wearying to say the least and we were ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;when we recognized some familiar faces from Calgary&lt;br /&gt;Jerm went to university and had previously worked at the same company as him&lt;br /&gt;we had met his girlfriend a few times and so were well acquainted with them&lt;br /&gt;they proceeded to whip out their new ipod touch and show us pictures of &lt;br /&gt;the quaint bed and breakfast tour they took of the island&lt;br /&gt;stopping at all the finest restaurants &lt;br /&gt;and indulging in the peaceful beauty of PEI&lt;br /&gt;I felt a drip on my foot&lt;br /&gt;she paused and looked at me and said&lt;br /&gt;'your baby is leaking'&lt;br /&gt;my mind blanked and then I said what I could only assume was the best combination of what would be considered acceptable and humorous. &lt;br /&gt;'oh she does this all time, he he he'&lt;br /&gt;cue strange look&lt;br /&gt;and a polite goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6799485889327072266?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6799485889327072266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6799485889327072266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6799485889327072266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6799485889327072266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/09/reach-out-and-shake-hand-make-friend.html' title='reach out and shake a hand, make a friend today'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1456843017790981843</id><published>2009-09-09T15:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:56:51.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>forget about med school</title><content type='html'>the other day I was in the shower&lt;br /&gt;I reached for my facial cleanser&lt;br /&gt;and popped open the top&lt;br /&gt;my eyes caught the archaic reflection &lt;br /&gt;of my face in the opening of the tube&lt;br /&gt;my brain raced to the most obvious conclusion&lt;br /&gt;that I was also in the tube&lt;br /&gt;looking back up at me&lt;br /&gt;my heart skipped a beat in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I realized the foil security tab was still over the opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1456843017790981843?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1456843017790981843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1456843017790981843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1456843017790981843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1456843017790981843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-about-medschool.html' title='forget about med school'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-746956546255653761</id><published>2009-09-09T07:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:41:17.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so I know what comes next</title><content type='html'>distance keeps you&lt;br /&gt;it marks your life&lt;br /&gt;never connecting&lt;br /&gt;intangible sterility &lt;br /&gt;you are trapped behind your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-746956546255653761?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6800143988432813994</id><published>2009-09-03T07:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:34:03.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now here's a trend I can get behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpAzvKt_8lk"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpAzvKt_8lk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6800143988432813994?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6800143988432813994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6800143988432813994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6800143988432813994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6800143988432813994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-heres-trend-i-can-get-behind.html' title='Now here&apos;s a trend I can get behind'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-315871236203940183</id><published>2009-08-30T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:38:51.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Travelers disappointment</title><content type='html'>I went to see the movie the "The Time Travelers Wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not at all like the book.&lt;br /&gt;More like a bullet point summary of the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-315871236203940183?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/315871236203940183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=315871236203940183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/315871236203940183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/315871236203940183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-travelers-disappointment.html' title='The Time Travelers disappointment'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7010611798464162598</id><published>2009-08-27T16:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:45:34.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>awanowano (evie speak for watermelon)</title><content type='html'>great now my blog is haunted.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrifically fascinating photos of Victorian era mourning photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/32946"&gt;www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/32946&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you click on the first link in the article (there are more creepy photos) but there is an explanation for why we all have 'living rooms' in our homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7010611798464162598?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7010611798464162598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7010611798464162598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7010611798464162598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7010611798464162598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/08/awanowano-evie-speak-for-watermelon.html' title='awanowano (evie speak for watermelon)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5605705483366483600</id><published>2009-08-24T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:43:28.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not a thing</title><content type='html'>I like teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I like is how they affect speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to observe how people speak and how their mouths move and affect annunciation and pronunciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I had a lisp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a slight lisp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is because my front teeth are short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my tongues slips under them when I say 's'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to try and copy other peoples speech patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emulate the way their tongues and teeth met, the way the letters were pronounced by their mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was quirky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I just realize there is a fine line between quirky and creepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5605705483366483600?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5605705483366483600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5605705483366483600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5605705483366483600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5605705483366483600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-thing.html' title='not a thing'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4988994256096686669</id><published>2009-08-24T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:34:41.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love tacos</title><content type='html'>chances are if I know you I have thought about sending you a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but did not do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever had a birthday, an anniversary, something happy or sad happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are I have had the intention of sending you a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of cards&lt;br /&gt;of writing a thoughtful, poignant statement that captures perfectly the emotion and the precise feeling of a special moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not so good at the execution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are more than likely special enough for me to have thought about sending you a card&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4988994256096686669?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4988994256096686669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4988994256096686669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4988994256096686669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4988994256096686669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-tacos.html' title='i love tacos'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3208187082425655055</id><published>2009-08-24T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:29:05.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>establish a forcefield</title><content type='html'>I have decided to go in some new directions with this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an example of the directions in which I shall go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SpMwML8tohI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9WNT_pZgX6s/s1600-h/arrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SpMwML8tohI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9WNT_pZgX6s/s320/arrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373691766307136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3208187082425655055?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SpMwML8tohI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9WNT_pZgX6s/s72-c/arrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-9134988248907008117</id><published>2009-04-03T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:46:38.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've waited around for hours with grump-mo</title><content type='html'>Evie is breaking molars.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it looks like the summer is going to be entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is pregnant and sick. Like, laying on the couch for 6 days solid because if she gets up she throws up, sick.&lt;br /&gt;so my plans will have to change&lt;br /&gt;I have also set a new record. I quit a job before I even started. Normally I wait a few weeks or months then call in sick for a few days and then just call in and casually say that I don't think I will be coming back in. Yeah I've had a lot of crap jobs, and I am REALLY good at quitting. (so if anyone ever needs me to make a few calls....)&lt;br /&gt;but it is sad because I really liked this job and was happy to have it back. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;so now....I get to spend the summer with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Evers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which very much a relief. In the end I realized what it was going to take to pull this off and I was scared that it would be too much. This is much easier and far more beneficial to all involved.&lt;br /&gt;well that is it, so now I am free this summer. I can do what I want when I want.&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad to be with Evie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-9134988248907008117?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/9134988248907008117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=9134988248907008117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9134988248907008117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9134988248907008117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-waited-around-for-hours-with-grump.html' title='I&apos;ve waited around for hours with grump-mo'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8717005604395208550</id><published>2009-03-03T09:19:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:32:27.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hitchhiker told me</title><content type='html'>so Evie gets her 12 month shots today (gulp)&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know she is 16 months&lt;br /&gt;but I have been avoiding them&lt;br /&gt;plus it takes a month to get an appointment&lt;br /&gt;but I had a gut feeling telling me I needed to wait for some reason&lt;br /&gt;so I followed it&lt;br /&gt;and now it feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is strange&lt;br /&gt;but with vaccines....you never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie woke up at 6 this morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get back to sleep so now I am just killing time waiting for her to get tired again so we can go back to bed. so tired.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8717005604395208550?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8717005604395208550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8717005604395208550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8717005604395208550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8717005604395208550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/03/hitchhiker-told-me.html' title='the hitchhiker told me'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3859774741882249620</id><published>2009-02-27T07:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:06:42.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh i think i ripped my pants...no, i'm good</title><content type='html'>ok changes&lt;br /&gt;so we sold our car.&lt;br /&gt;it only took 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;then we were left with no car&lt;br /&gt;so we bought a 2009 jeep patriot last weekend&lt;br /&gt;what a process&lt;br /&gt;car dealerships are frustrating&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will relay that story later, anyway the point is that we now have a vehicle that I can fit in the back seat along with a car seat (or two) hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job!&lt;br /&gt;well I am going back to Heritage Park for the summer&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this before Christmas and thought if this is meant to be then a WHOLE lot of variables have to fall into place&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to take Evie first of all&lt;br /&gt;so Lar (my sister) is going to take Evie for 5 days in the first month, then when the park opens I can work weekends.&lt;br /&gt;So I will have evie mon, tues. Lar will have her wed, thur. Jerm will have her fri, sat, sun.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to take his vacation days and spread them out so he works 4 days a week for 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;so it worked out&lt;br /&gt;good good.&lt;br /&gt;It will be an INSANE 5 months but I think it will be worth it. I will make enough to get out down payment on a house up to where it should be. Heritage park will not be where I could make the most money but I love it there and that is important as I will probably want to quite half way though the summer so being somewhere I love will help to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;So I will enjoy this last month of freedom to do what I want during the day&lt;br /&gt;after that for a while my schedule is set. (gulp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how cold it is again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SagBJX4kExI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XL7sxMxynRM/s1600-h/discounttent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SagBJX4kExI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XL7sxMxynRM/s320/discounttent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307493421397840658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3859774741882249620?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3859774741882249620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3859774741882249620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3859774741882249620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3859774741882249620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-i-think-i-ripped-my-pantsno-im-good.html' title='uh i think i ripped my pants...no, i&apos;m good'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SagBJX4kExI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XL7sxMxynRM/s72-c/discounttent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-128217907799846680</id><published>2009-01-26T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:00:41.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ow wow</title><content type='html'>so Jerm is in California for the week for a work conference type thing. Something about windows drivers. So I am here in Brooks for the week so that Evie and I did not have to get bored staring at only each other all week long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-128217907799846680?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/128217907799846680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=128217907799846680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/128217907799846680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/128217907799846680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/01/ow-wow.html' title='ow wow'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2092182977530401810</id><published>2009-01-07T18:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:58:52.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evie come crash on the floor</title><content type='html'>so I woke up from a dream the other night that went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wandering around a rabbit farm and I see cages of bunnies flapping their floppy ears as hard as they can and I think to myself ' those bunnies are turning into birds; well that's evolution for ya. Damn it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news don't buy a Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bravia&lt;/span&gt; LCD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. We have had ours since for about two weeks now and last night it quit working. Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I guess we'll see what kind of a warranty we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change the book I am said to be reading on my blog. I read about three or four books in between changing what it says I am reading. But I am too lazy on most occasions to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a cutie sitting in her very own chair she got for her birthday. She likes to sit in it covered with a blanket and with her favorite stuffed animals. It is funny how we order our worlds at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SWVagSSpdeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WsDnrIXtRvs/s1600-h/DSC03569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SWVagSSpdeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WsDnrIXtRvs/s320/DSC03569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288732848128882146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2092182977530401810?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2092182977530401810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2092182977530401810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2092182977530401810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2092182977530401810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/01/evie-come-crash-on-floor.html' title='evie come crash on the floor'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SWVagSSpdeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WsDnrIXtRvs/s72-c/DSC03569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7736345489370728762</id><published>2009-01-03T09:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:01:19.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so we made it through Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only had to go to the ER once to get antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out I was struck down with a sinus infection and strep throat. I had been sick off and on for about three weeks and then on boxing day started to feel worse and the next day woke up with a fever of 102.&lt;br /&gt;I had feverish dreams all night long about yelling at people I would say things like 'I'm the one with dark hair and pale skin, I'M THE ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;and " somebody better flood the rink, I'M NOT SKATING IN A SWIMMING POOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a delirious day and night my mom finally made me go to the hospital and see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;and so I missed Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7736345489370728762?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7736345489370728762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7736345489370728762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7736345489370728762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7736345489370728762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='new year?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8592163947774464098</id><published>2008-12-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:28:43.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas steve will find me, where the love lights shine</title><content type='html'>so Evie has been dealing with eczema for a while now and for a baby that is tough. Plus it has been all around her face circling her eyes and mouth, and her skin is always raw and irritated. So we went to get her some food allergy testing ( and me as well because my eczema was raging all over my arms and hands ) and it turns out that she has sensitives to Dairy, yeast, wheat and sugar and so am I. So that leaves nothing to eat. Haha, no I am just joking. Some members of my family deal with various food allergies and they eat this way all the time, we have been heading down that path for about the last year now but needed something to take the plunge. Evie having food sensitivies did it for me. So she is totally off bread, dairy and other various things. Her face started to clear up within days of this. She is also on a heavy dose of probiotic bacteria. She likes goats milk, and we have no yeast added kamut bread with olive oil and natural peanut butter for breakfast. We have switched all of our pasta to rice pasta. There is a world of food out there for people with allergies and most of it far healthier than what we were eating before.  (we can still eat the old stuff, just not too much of it so don't be afraid to invite us to your houses for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;it is strange how food conscious I became when Evie started eating with us, and now even more. It feels good to know I am taking care of myself and her.&lt;br /&gt;(jerm is still not totally on board, he likes his toast and butter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8592163947774464098?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8592163947774464098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8592163947774464098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8592163947774464098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8592163947774464098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-steve-will-find-me-where-love.html' title='christmas steve will find me, where the love lights shine'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1568893112715912196</id><published>2008-12-15T08:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:59:20.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tooth! a tooth! My kingdom for a tooth!</title><content type='html'>So Evie cut her first tooth this weekend. Yes you heard me, her first tooth. She is 14 months old and this is her first tooth. It is a relief, I had this strange thought that maybe she would never get teeth and then we would have to buy dentures for a 5 year old. She did well enough without teeth, even taking hunks of chicken and beef and gumming them down to swallowable pieces. I am sure going to miss that gummy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the butt. All three of us were sick. Evie and I had been sick most of the week and then on friday night I was taken down again, an on saturday Jerm succumbed to illness. So we spent the weekend laying on the couch watching movies and just relaxing and playing with Evie. We all have colds. But I guess there was not much else we could have done this weekend while living in the north pole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1568893112715912196?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1568893112715912196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1568893112715912196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1568893112715912196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1568893112715912196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/12/tooth-tooth-my-kingdom-for-tooth.html' title='a tooth! a tooth! My kingdom for a tooth!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3329793140929875974</id><published>2008-10-31T17:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:59:23.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sure can start</title><content type='html'>so so so&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged to share my influences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RMC&lt;/span&gt;- specifically Dr. Joyce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peasgood&lt;/span&gt;, who took me from a world of black and white to a world of colour&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeremy. It is kind of weird that I have known my husband since I was just a teenager. I have grown up in his presence and he has taught me what a person of character, intelligence, peace and kindness looks like and lives like.&lt;br /&gt;3. The movies- I know that if I ever meet a future version of myself the space time continuum might be interrupted and I may find myself in an alternate future. I also know that Irish catholic firefighters lead the bravest, richest, fullest lives.&lt;br /&gt;4. Theology- the intellectual pursuit of God&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spirituality&lt;/span&gt;- Combined with the above this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pursuit&lt;/span&gt; of my life. The very central thing I know I am to do on this planet is to study these two things and let them seep into every area of my mind and soul. This is where I found myself. This is who I am called to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3329793140929875974?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3329793140929875974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3329793140929875974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3329793140929875974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3329793140929875974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/10/sure-can-start.html' title='sure can start'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-575927295661297291</id><published>2008-10-28T16:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:14:07.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your lips taste better than your hair</title><content type='html'>'shall we talk to our friends today, it would be so much fun to talk in such a friendly way until the day is done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that phrase is playing over and over and over in the background as Evie got a phone that calls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt; the pooh.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the zoo today, it was a really good day. &lt;br /&gt;we have tried to go to the zoo as often as possible this fall, so we have been going about every other week.  It is a really great place to hang out. If you are looking for evidence that Calgary is going through a baby boom just go to the zoo on a weekday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-575927295661297291?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/575927295661297291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=575927295661297291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/575927295661297291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/575927295661297291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-lips-taste-better-than-your-hair.html' title='your lips taste better than your hair'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4550449783782616785</id><published>2008-10-27T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:04:35.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mon-day bloody mon-day</title><content type='html'>oh wait&lt;br /&gt;that's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I am finally back home. I was in Brooks for about 2 weeks just making the rounds visiting and such. I had not been home for a few months and felt like I needed a long visit.&lt;br /&gt;Evie and I have been grocery shopping this morning&lt;br /&gt;now she is napping and I am painting my toenails purple.&lt;br /&gt;Evie is now 1&lt;br /&gt;it seems it does not agree with her as she has decide that now would be a good time to start throwing temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she screams and sometimes she just flops onto the floor. The flopping is funny, the screaming not so much.&lt;br /&gt;she is also turned around in a toddler car seat and she seems to not enjoy this as much as she did her backwards baby car seat. I can tell by the random blood curdling screams that she does not like the sun in her eyes so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4550449783782616785?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4550449783782616785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4550449783782616785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4550449783782616785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4550449783782616785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-day-bloody-mon-day.html' title='mon-day bloody mon-day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8337070386380665708</id><published>2008-10-01T17:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:10:17.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>call the coast guard</title><content type='html'>so Evie and I went swimming today.&lt;br /&gt;We try to go swimming every week, there is a parent and tot cheep swim at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cardel&lt;/span&gt; Place which is by our house. Normally it is $11 to swim and Evie is free, but on parent and tot day (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;. and wed. mornings) I am free and Evie is $3.75. Cheaper is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; come with us every week too.&lt;br /&gt;Evie is a strange little girl, she has absolutely no fear of the water she will just wade in until it is over her head and then try and sit down. When I yank her out she smiles and laughs and thinks it is a game.  So she does it over and over.  She also jumps off the edge into the water and goes under every time, she loves it and sits on the edge smiling and babbling to herself until I pull her off and into the water she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when I was 2 I jumped into a hotel pool by myself. I had no fear of the water. I was alright and this did not deter me from loving swimming. (I used to be a lifeguard)  I have this image of an underwater pool light and I think that it stems from this incident. It must be my first memory.&lt;br /&gt;Well it is good to know Evie has inherited my love for swimming hopefully she will be good at it. I have tried to teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; to swim for about 8 years now and he just sinks (literally, he can't get the strokes and can't blow water out under the water, he come up sputtering every time) he tries hard but I have given up on him. I will turn my attention to our offspring to make sure they survive any water related disasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8337070386380665708?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8337070386380665708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8337070386380665708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8337070386380665708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8337070386380665708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-coast-guard.html' title='call the coast guard'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7001561714821074484</id><published>2008-09-20T19:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:15:08.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>miss teen world my word</title><content type='html'>so Evie is sick today.&lt;br /&gt;this is the very first time in her life she has been sick. I count that as a year long lucky streak.  She is not too grumpy as long as she has some Tylenol in her. Other than that her sickness consists of rubbing her runny nose over everything and rubbing her face violently with her hands, nothing we can't handle. &lt;br /&gt;I stood in line at superstore today for half a bloody hour to get groceries for dinner. Superstore and saturday night does not make for a great date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7001561714821074484?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7001561714821074484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7001561714821074484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7001561714821074484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7001561714821074484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-teen-world-my-word.html' title='miss teen world my word'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4144655756170055152</id><published>2008-09-11T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:04:32.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it was the best of times it was the blurst of times</title><content type='html'>so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jerm&lt;/span&gt; has started hockey again.&lt;br /&gt;which is why I am sitting here alone at 10 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jerm&lt;/span&gt; that he better really really enjoy hockey.&lt;br /&gt;because it is bloody expensive&lt;br /&gt;($400) a winter, for one game a week.&lt;br /&gt;and I am alone while he goes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year he decided that he would not play hockey&lt;br /&gt;well it was a good decision as we had a newborn, but this year with Evie in bed at 8 every night I guess there was no reason not to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4144655756170055152?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4144655756170055152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4144655756170055152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4144655756170055152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4144655756170055152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-blurst-of.html' title='it was the best of times it was the blurst of times'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6973384492931984185</id><published>2008-09-10T18:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:29:26.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you can buy new things but you can't buy a new party</title><content type='html'>Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jerm&lt;/span&gt;, in response your comment I am, in fact, planning to get rid of you when you are 78. I don't think I could ever bring myself to be married to an octogenarian. I hope you have an even  bigger life insurance policy then, cause I am planning to travel the world with our pool boy Ramirez after that. We will have pool boy by then won't we? Oh yeah lets get a pool boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6973384492931984185?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6973384492931984185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6973384492931984185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6973384492931984185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6973384492931984185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-can-buy-new-things-but-you-cant-buy.html' title='you can buy new things but you can&apos;t buy a new party'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6209740118237047642</id><published>2008-09-08T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:27:47.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>paper anniversary?</title><content type='html'>what is the gift for 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute I'll look it up,&lt;br /&gt;ok here we go it is...wood&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so, jerm did not carve my likeness into a tree like I requested for our official wooden anniversary gift, but he still has all year to do that so I am not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a really fantastic time out. I is funny how before kids that would be a regular occurrence but after Evie ( A.E.) it seemed so much more precious and sweet and cherished. I guess if you eat cake all day you get a gut ache but it is even better on birthdays. I really like birthday cake, man it is a long time until my birthday, if anyone wants to bake me a cake....um I mean, yeah cake...its a good analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jerm and I have been 'together' for 9 years now. That is a long time, but sometimes I feel like I have always known him and been with him.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like him. Here is to another 50 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6209740118237047642?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6209740118237047642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6209740118237047642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6209740118237047642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6209740118237047642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/paper-anniversary.html' title='paper anniversary?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6108361805685998492</id><published>2008-09-05T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:47:07.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>moderate condition</title><content type='html'>so the weekend is here....not that I do anything different on the weekend but it is still great that it is the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We will be spending the weekend at home.&lt;br /&gt;this will be our first full weekend at home since June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are going to celebrate our anniversary this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;we're just going to go wild and crazy and do something we've never done before...dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we are both too tired to think of anything more, and plus the munchkin is at home taking care of herself and she can't use the stove yet so we have to be back within 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kelsey&lt;/span&gt; is going to babysit... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is 5 years. I don't actually think we have ever celebrated our anniversary on the actual day. There has always been something going on to prevent it, so we will continue with the tradition of a month or so later celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good with dates, I even forgot it was our anniversary last year until someone reminded me. I don't really get wrapped up in the whole 'romantic' thing.  I am far too pragmatic, so a month or so later suits me just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6108361805685998492?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6108361805685998492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6108361805685998492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6108361805685998492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6108361805685998492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/moderate-condition.html' title='moderate condition'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-283672713297826410</id><published>2008-09-03T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:34:46.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone gets their head chopped off in the end</title><content type='html'>so we have been watching the show "The Tudors" and we have just finished season 2. I know how it end in advance, but it is still depressing to watch everyone get their head cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; dropped his keys on the upstairs bathroom floor this morning waking everybody up early. So Evie is content to run around and I am just waiting until she goes back to bed so I can too.&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-283672713297826410?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/283672713297826410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=283672713297826410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/283672713297826410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/283672713297826410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-gets-their-head-chopped-off-in.html' title='Everyone gets their head chopped off in the end'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-18897764008756644</id><published>2008-08-31T07:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:28:32.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take your anger out on a persciption</title><content type='html'>well it is fall.&lt;br /&gt;I am sort of glad the summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;I love fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like summer, I just don't like the incessant heat. I think my aversion to heat got worse last year while I was pregnant. That was just about the worst thing I ever went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie is walking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; seems to be a toddler before she is even one.&lt;br /&gt;Her new tricks include: -clapping&lt;br /&gt;- crawling under the table to get something and then standing up and hitting her head.  You would think she would learn but she does this at least2 or 3 times a week, maybe it is all the head hitting that makes her forget.&lt;br /&gt;-throwing all her food off her high chair tray when she is done eating, then when she is down trying to eat the food off the floor that she just threw down. She also rips her bib off, throws it down and then says 'uh-oh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SLqlF66oeKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ywKMcatIk/s1600-h/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SLqlF66oeKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ywKMcatIk/s320/DSC03285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240682637532100770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SLqpQHyc4pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QxqVxiplVpg/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SLqpQHyc4pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QxqVxiplVpg/s320/DSC03289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240687210832650898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least she is a pretty good dancer. That makes up for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-18897764008756644?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/18897764008756644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=18897764008756644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/18897764008756644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/18897764008756644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-take-your-anger-out-on-persciption.html' title='Don&apos;t take your anger out on a persciption'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SLqlF66oeKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ywKMcatIk/s72-c/DSC03285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-9193270645166795671</id><published>2008-08-18T09:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:16:17.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I have something to confess. I have a new love. Yes, that is right - a new love.&lt;br /&gt;um....outlet malls.&lt;br /&gt;so we went down to the States for a day and went to this mall in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tulalip&lt;/span&gt; Washington, right outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;best. place. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SKmQikG4xGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tWgUHIDk3M4/s1600-h/Seattle_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SKmQikG4xGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tWgUHIDk3M4/s320/Seattle_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235874965277426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an outlet mall the size of Chinook.&lt;br /&gt;I got a pair of Khakis at the Gap for $6.00.&lt;br /&gt;good deal. good deal.&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. Evie is done breakfast. More on White Rock later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-9193270645166795671?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/9193270645166795671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=9193270645166795671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9193270645166795671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9193270645166795671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-have-something-to-confess.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SKmQikG4xGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tWgUHIDk3M4/s72-c/Seattle_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-143355778295498471</id><published>2008-07-29T13:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:35:57.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they're both here!</title><content type='html'>well I tried to do an entry yesterday but was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by some random squealing child who broke into my house and ate half a watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; the child did not do that&lt;br /&gt;it was me who ate half the watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;but the child was squealing&lt;br /&gt;she is contentedly playing with a box right now&lt;br /&gt;Evie does not get toys she gets boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well our trip to PEI was successful here are some of the highlights of the trip&lt;br /&gt;- playing with Evie in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;-avoiding the jellyfish is said ocean&lt;br /&gt;-Eating my birthday lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dalvay&lt;/span&gt; by the Sea (a posh hotel from the late 1800's)&lt;br /&gt;-The cottage we stayed at was just beautiful. It was the cutest little cottage I ever saw, and was very happy to stay there&lt;br /&gt;-Having most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ramer&lt;/span&gt; clan over for a BBQ at the cottage&lt;br /&gt;-St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dustans&lt;/span&gt; Basilica; I'm not Catholic but the place made me want to genuflect&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Province&lt;/span&gt; House: to see the very room that... held the ball that solidified the our founding fathers desire to unite. Yes, that is what I said...a ball. Our nation, our motherland was forged out of a party? Yes, yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;-Visiting a different beach just about every day&lt;br /&gt;-seeing Evie and Kate get to know each other a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;- Having Evie's diapers so wet on the plane (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; sign was on and we couldn't change them) that they wet through and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; got up he had a big wet spot on his lap, it looked like he had peed himself on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;- Paying $8 to see a hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;( we paid to see L.M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Montgomery's&lt;/span&gt; house, but it turned out it was just the foundation of the house that was left. So in essence we paid $8 to see a hole in the ground.)&lt;br /&gt;-The beauty of PEI is almost hard to communicate. There are red cliffs that meet grey oceans, rolling green hills and trees as far as can be seen. It is truly a place of transcendent beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time was had by all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SI-2-9AO3qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B_v3e2UBV7U/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SI-2-9AO3qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B_v3e2UBV7U/s320/DSC02919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228598885044117154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-143355778295498471?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/143355778295498471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=143355778295498471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/143355778295498471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/143355778295498471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyre-both-here.html' title='they&apos;re both here!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SI-2-9AO3qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B_v3e2UBV7U/s72-c/DSC02919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2364997777939615513</id><published>2008-07-28T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:55:19.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your back! and your front, they</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2364997777939615513?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2364997777939615513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2364997777939615513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2364997777939615513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2364997777939615513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-back-and-your-front-they.html' title='your back! and your front, they'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8035865986425257532</id><published>2008-06-18T08:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:42:38.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its pronounced nuculer</title><content type='html'>if there is one thing I have learned from watching the show 'Lost' it is that babies are really easy to take care of on deserted islands. They cry when there is dramatic tension but that is about it, all other times they are merely a bundle in a blanket. And as it turns out you don't need to feed them. What have I been doing wasting all this time and money feeding Evie?  I wish I knew this when she was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8035865986425257532?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8035865986425257532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8035865986425257532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8035865986425257532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8035865986425257532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-pronounced-nuculer.html' title='its pronounced nuculer'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1612575485830866462</id><published>2008-06-17T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:40:44.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tagg-ed?</title><content type='html'>so I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://jdramer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://smellybus.blogspot.com/"&gt; Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to share six unimportant things about myself and then to tag six other people to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link back to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently addicted to Dristan Nasal Spray. So about once a year I get a bad cold and the only thing that relieves it is Dristan. Then I keep using it. The thing is that Dristan generates a cycle of stuffy noses so you need to keep using it and if you keep using it your nose stays stuffed. Well I have been using it every night since my last cold.  The only way to quit is to do it cold turkey but that means a night of bad stuffy nose sleep. My name is Kristin and I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dristanaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have never eaten a banana. I can't even stand the smell of them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of smells, I have smelly feet. I mean rank. Well, only in the summer and only when I wear leather sandals. So if I come to your house in the summer and immediately ask to use the bathroom you can guess I am washing my feet so I don't fill your house with feet stank.&lt;br /&gt;4. I really like to clean bathrooms. They can get so clean and shiny, it gives me such a sense of self satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;5. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; clip my nails (fingers and toes)I can't stand any white on the end of my nails so they are always clipped as short as I can get them. I chew them when I am stressed out or nervous. I frequently have bleeding fingers during final exams.&lt;br /&gt;6. And speaking of final exams, I have done around 5 years of university and still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there that is it. I tag Michelle, Mara, Elise and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't want to do it on your blogs then you can do it in my comments)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1612575485830866462?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1612575485830866462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1612575485830866462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1612575485830866462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1612575485830866462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagg-ed.html' title='tagg-ed?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-838829299976879373</id><published>2008-06-13T08:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:09:08.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is a great way to keep your hair out of your face</title><content type='html'>yesterday I got really frustrated with my hair so I cut my bangs short again. I rather like it. I was at the mall yesterday and noticed that everyting in Old Navy for guys was 40% off so jerm met us there after work and he got some nice shorts. Actually he got 4 pairs of shorts. good deal. good deal. in other news all of my travel problems are solved by this handy little item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SFKB0aFlxAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uhKFTR8ch2o/s1600-h/latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SFKB0aFlxAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uhKFTR8ch2o/s320/latte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370456177034242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is a bottle that holds the powder formula in the top and water in the bottom. Just twist the top and shake. No more keeping the bottle cool and then trying to find a place to heat it up. This will make the 10 hours to PEI much easier. Its from a company called Phil and Teds they have some pretty cool stuff. Although I would not recommend ordering from their website as they are in New Zealand and shipping on 4 bottles was $85. Luckily I found them on an American web site that ships to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Evie has entered a stage where sitting is is just too boring. She can't crawl yet but seems to have much more interest in walking. All she wants to do is stand on the furniture and have me walk her around the house. She moves pretty fast for the length of her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SFKNc_21_GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/psw58vvK9uw/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SFKNc_21_GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/psw58vvK9uw/s320/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211383248138402914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-838829299976879373?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/838829299976879373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=838829299976879373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/838829299976879373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/838829299976879373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-great-way-to-keep-your-hair-out.html' title='it is a great way to keep your hair out of your face'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SFKB0aFlxAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uhKFTR8ch2o/s72-c/latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8804840823083843809</id><published>2008-05-26T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:41:41.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed cavalry</title><content type='html'>It seems that Evie and Jeremy have the same immune system. Evie has not actually been really sick since she was born. .........intermission to knock on every wood surface in the house......and Jeremy never gets sick either. At the most Evie has had a little runny nose for a day or two at a time. I always get what neither of them get, so I figure they share the same Ramer immune system whose antibodies are armed with tanks while mine are armed with mere wooden slingshots.  *cough,cough, hack hack hack*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8804840823083843809?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8804840823083843809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8804840823083843809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8804840823083843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8804840823083843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed-cavelry.html' title='mixed cavalry'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5932718896664864794</id><published>2008-05-24T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:56:37.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Sam I wish you would just go away</title><content type='html'>so I am sick again.&lt;br /&gt;I have the beginnings of a cold. sore throat, aches, tired...oh so tired.&lt;br /&gt;at least jerm came home on friday afternoon and took Evie out. I got to take a bath and they returned with movies and chocolate pudding and whipped cream. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when I get sick all I want to do is eat junk.&lt;br /&gt;and I had a Nyquil induced oblivion sleep last night so I think that helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5932718896664864794?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5932718896664864794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5932718896664864794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5932718896664864794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5932718896664864794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/05/sickly-sam-i-wish-you-would-just-go.html' title='Sickly Sam I wish you would just go away'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6941223811616550604</id><published>2008-05-21T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:58:16.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rip off the f key</title><content type='html'>so in the last 24 hours Evie has ripped a page out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Berenstein&lt;/span&gt; Bears book and has ripped off the f key on the keyboard and I can't for the life of me get it back on. I never noticed how many times I use the letter F. Now I shall have to try to tailor my witting to exclude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was in superstore this morning. (Yeah that right I now get my grocery shopping done before 10:30 in the morning because Evie is up at 7 every day. ) This old Asian lady came up to me and smiled and said 'Nice baby." and I was about to say "thanks she is an 07 model." but I just said thanks. Now I am not really one to talk to strangers but it seems that whenever I have Evie with me it is an open invitation for random people to talk to you. Babies bring out the crazies. They also bring out the old ladies. I don't mind so much the old ladies it is just the crazies that I shrink back from. And on the other hand a lot of the time the two categories are combined. And then there are the other mothers of young children. I get a lot of 'cute baby, how old is she.' I am not really one to walk up to a complete stranger and comment on their babies or children and it always baffles me when other people do this.&lt;br /&gt;My dad and sister and I were in the mall the other day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;, my niece, was walking behind up with my dad and my sister was pushing her empty stroller when this lady walks up to her and said,' where's your baby?'&lt;br /&gt;Mothers lose their babies in the mall all the time and usually just keep walking with their empty strollers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6941223811616550604?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6941223811616550604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6941223811616550604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6941223811616550604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6941223811616550604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip-off-f-key.html' title='rip off the f key'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6049275807012752069</id><published>2008-05-07T19:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:40:23.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blog stall</title><content type='html'>so I am not dead.&lt;br /&gt;I just have a case of the blog stall.&lt;br /&gt;plus I have been so busy I just want to sit down and not get up again for another week.&lt;br /&gt;but that is not going to happen&lt;br /&gt;I will just say&lt;br /&gt;that things are&lt;br /&gt;well, tired&lt;br /&gt;but alright.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin came home from the hospital today. I need to go see them tomorrow. I hope I never see a child that close to death ever again.&lt;br /&gt;But he came back.&lt;br /&gt;and life is hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6049275807012752069?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6049275807012752069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6049275807012752069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6049275807012752069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6049275807012752069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-stall.html' title='blog stall'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6669846705795727969</id><published>2008-04-21T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:05:09.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day</title><content type='html'>so I spent all afternoon at the Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hospital&lt;/span&gt;. My cousin Madison (who is 7 ) is in there. He went in for surgery this weekend&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for his kidney. He seemed fine and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; went well, until last night when he has a seizure and went into a coma. His brain stem is swollen and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; can't figure out why and are trying out treatments that may work but may make it worse. He is still in  the ICU in a coma and is totally non-responsive. We are all just talking to him and hoping that he can hear us. This afternoon, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; decided that they wanted to take all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;precautions&lt;/span&gt; and so we had to wear masks and gowns just to be near him. Evie spent the afternoon with my dad so that I could be there.&lt;br /&gt;What words are there to describe a situation like this?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left except for God to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6669846705795727969?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6669846705795727969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6669846705795727969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6669846705795727969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6669846705795727969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-day.html' title='hard day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5113485698040887703</id><published>2008-04-21T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:56:06.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electric Version</title><content type='html'>So Evie started putting herself to sleep this weekend. We had a half hour disagreement on Friday about whether she was going to take a nap. (a disagreement includes her arching her back and using all of her strength to scream and try and wiggle out of my arms) So I decided to see if she would fall asleep on her own if I just laid her in her crib and said good night and left, and she did. So from then on she has fallen asleep on her own. Which is a good thing for me because that seemed to be the main struggle that would set off her day into disaster grumpy sparkle times. ( I am using the Japanese to English translation)&lt;br /&gt;I also spent the day yesterday making baby food. We went to the farmers market and I cooked and pureed most of the afternoon and now Evie has peas, carrots, sweet potato, yams, broccoli, beans, and butternut squash to eat for the next little while. So far she has eaten peas, carrots and sweet potato and seems to like all three.&lt;br /&gt;We went to get her six month shots on Friday and apparently she is in the 60th percentile for height and the 40th for weight. Even though she eats a lot it seems like it is just going to fuel her height.&lt;br /&gt;She has also decided that even though she goes to bed at 9 pm, 6 am is a good time to get up. I don't know why she is not sleeping in anymore. But I am tired and I don't know how to get her to sleep longer. And when she wakes up so early she is grumpy all morning.&lt;br /&gt;tired. must sleep longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5113485698040887703?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5113485698040887703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5113485698040887703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5113485698040887703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5113485698040887703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/electric-version.html' title='The Electric Version'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6592848743294295473</id><published>2008-04-15T16:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:36:17.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that one's got some mustard on it</title><content type='html'>so I had two dreams last night. The first dream was a horrible nightmare that is not worth repeating and took me half an hour to fall asleep after the second dream was this-&lt;br /&gt;I was in the basement in Trinity Lutheran Church in Brooks (this is the church which I grew up in until I was about 14) anyway the basement was pitch black but I could still see where I was but I was petrified, I mean really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt; by fear. I just stood in one spot in the dark and looked around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to listen for sound but it was quiet. I thought that I could get out of there if I just made a run for it. So I started running as fast as I could down the back hallway up the back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;staircase&lt;/span&gt; and through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;. I was going to run out the back door when I overshot my mark and ran into the sanctuary. I knew I was going to have to run back so I started running back but then was overcome with fear again and just sat down right beside the back door. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt; with fear again and could not move and just sat on the ground in the dark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; I saw that there was a bunch of Evie's toys all around me and her diaper bag sat beside me empty. I told myself that I was not going to be afraid that I had to clean up Evie's toys and get the diaper bag together so I started to slowly reach for things and pack the bag as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; as I could. Then I heard footsteps in the distance and as they got louder and louder my fear increased because I knew someone or something was in the building with me. Then I saw some legs and I looked up and it was Jeremy and he said ' Come on let's go, we'll get out of here' and he picked me up and helped me out the door, down the steps and into our car and we drove away.&lt;br /&gt;so that was the end of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are usually quite vivid and I frequently have dreams that could be considered spiritual. In these dreams I am usually shown things for me or my family. God has shown me some things that I will never forget through these dreams. I am wondering what this dream is all about. I am really not quite sure. Some dreams seem obvious on the surface but then have some deeper meaning for some spiritual battle that is going on. Sometimes I have dreams that puzzle me and years later I will be shown what they mean.  I guess I will just wait to see if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yields&lt;/span&gt; anything else to me other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6592848743294295473?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6592848743294295473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6592848743294295473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6592848743294295473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6592848743294295473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-ones-got-some-mustard-on-it.html' title='that one&apos;s got some mustard on it'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5309471598142866933</id><published>2008-04-14T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:03:41.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look I'm a Cylon babysitter!</title><content type='html'>this weekend was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;we had Kelsey over on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night and we went out for dinner and then came back here for dessert. ( a lovely and delicious apple crisp if I do say so myself) and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lar&lt;/span&gt; and Alex and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; came over for dinner on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. (a sumptuous meal of sweet curry chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and veggies) ( I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jerm&lt;/span&gt; if he thought about how lucky he was that he scored a girl who can cook, and tears welled up in his eyes and he said 'i love you, you make my life more than wonderful', ...um no that is not what happened ...he laughed and then said 'yeah you could of ended up cooking like me.'  ) thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself very discontented living here in the suburbs of Calgary.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; and I have been talking a lot lately about what we want out of life (and it is not like we have not had these discussions many times before but things and people change, especially when you get married young and we always just want to be up to speed on these things about each other) But I feel like I have narrowed down what I want out of life to about three things.&lt;br /&gt;I either want a simple life lived in the midst of community re: the only place we can get that is living in Duchess and I would not mind that for a few years at least until our kid (s) are done school but that is really not going to happen as per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jerm's&lt;/span&gt; job description.&lt;br /&gt;or I want to live in the middle of the city where everything is going on and you feel as if you are a part of some larger stream of things and can get a pulse on what the mood and atmosphere is in the lager aspect of society (living in the burbs I get to see what other moms are up to and so far it seems that it is a competition of who has the cutest baby, most brand name baby products and stroller that cost at least $1000. yikes. )But the inner city is even more expensive than the suburbs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hummf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or I want some adventure.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; and I have been looking into going away for 6 months to a year on some sort of humanitarian deal of a kind, and he is looking into overseas jobs. But it is a little more complicated with a baby. We have never been able to travel ( or really do what we want because we have always been in massive student loan and other debt, but that is about 90% paid off  and will be totally paid off by the summer) so now we can do something because we will not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt; payments to make.  But if we go somewhere and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; works that is all well and good for him but what am I going to do all day long? If we are in a 1st world country that will be no problem Evie and I will just explore and hang out, but we can't do that in a developing nation and then what am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do? I can't just volunteer because I don't really have much free time during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so there are our three options. all of them impossible. or near impossible. But right now we have none of them. no community, no adventure and no inner city living. And I keep thinking we only have one life why waste even one more year somewhere where neither of us wants to be. we are just stuck and I am not sure what to do or where to go. I am feeling very unsatisfied with life in general at this point. It is hard to admit but I just don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5309471598142866933?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5309471598142866933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5309471598142866933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5309471598142866933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5309471598142866933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-im-cylon-babysitter.html' title='look I&apos;m a Cylon babysitter!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3669695149718524153</id><published>2008-04-13T11:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:24:14.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and after all the tides have swallowed all the shore, I couldn't find you anymore</title><content type='html'>so far this blog has been pretty light, keep it happy keep it funny. But there are some things that I am dealing with right now that are not light.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had a blog I did some posts that were more along the lines of speculative thinking outside the box of mainstream '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christianity&lt;/span&gt;' and there was some backlash. That is to say, I was attacked out of the blue on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; blog (someone that I know), who also wrote an email to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; saying that I was pretty much going to destroy our marriage if I continued to believe these things. The fact that I was attacked really really impacted me.  Anyway, I am now more hesitant to enter into anything deep or speculative. I am feeling pretty burned  by this person and the whole situation in general. I am unsure if they read my blog anymore, but I suppose it does not really matter. What a mess, what a mess. In any case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really talk to this person anymore, and it is not that he does not want a relationship it is because things are just kind of uncomfortable. (he says for his part he wants to but is not sure how to deal with the conflict here, I am sure that forgiveness and restoration is possible I just don't know how without dealing directly with the situation) I am at a loss at to what is appropriate in this situation. This whole situation would not even be worth mentioning, except to say that it did impact me and it is sort of a fear that resides in the back of my mind as I set out to write anything that may be the least bit '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ify&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;well in any case now that it is on the table I feel like it is possible to at least be mostly honest on here. Keep in mind that the things I write and believe I never ask anyone else to believe but I think the questions need to be asked and there is nothing that I feel is too sacred to question.&lt;br /&gt;well here goes at my attempt at being open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3669695149718524153?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3669695149718524153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3669695149718524153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3669695149718524153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3669695149718524153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-after-all-tides-have-swallowed-all.html' title='and after all the tides have swallowed all the shore, I couldn&apos;t find you anymore'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4745297926450641086</id><published>2008-04-10T19:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:29:15.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>schnooooooowwww!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_7FbYxAxtI/AAAAAAAAADw/BbHje3N0kxQ/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_7FbYxAxtI/AAAAAAAAADw/BbHje3N0kxQ/s320/DSC02133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187800895072552658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_7EbYxAxsI/AAAAAAAAADo/1J8FkCeo1Lc/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_7EbYxAxsI/AAAAAAAAADo/1J8FkCeo1Lc/s320/DSC02130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187799795560924866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was the view outside our back door this morning. I thought winter was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; ( diabolical laugh from winter)&lt;br /&gt;how does it fool me every year?&lt;br /&gt;oh winter. I have learned never to let my guard down around you. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you...no, um I mean ...um....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; (uneasy laugh) but really folks I have strong feelings toward this season that we find ourselves lingering in.&lt;br /&gt;at least I got some good pictures ( note the new picture to your right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4745297926450641086?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4745297926450641086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4745297926450641086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4745297926450641086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4745297926450641086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/schnooooooowwww.html' title='schnooooooowwww!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_7FbYxAxtI/AAAAAAAAADw/BbHje3N0kxQ/s72-c/DSC02133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8011778554946951140</id><published>2008-04-05T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:51:16.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're not having cold mush for lunch today...yay!!!...we're having warm mush</title><content type='html'>She eats!&lt;br /&gt;I started feeding Evie some solids this week.&lt;br /&gt;Well solids are a slightly exaggerated term for what she eats.&lt;br /&gt;It is really closer to warm rice mush.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it might taste pretty special (that is for all you 'Suburban Souls' stars, fans, and creators out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually I tasted some and surprisingly it tastes exactly what you would think warm rice mush would taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Evie sitting in her new high chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g4IaiL84I/AAAAAAAAACo/tmbWS4_A6kc/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g4IaiL84I/AAAAAAAAACo/tmbWS4_A6kc/s320/DSC02100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185956688129946498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g3WaiL83I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gi9qgy6gQM8/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g3WaiL83I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gi9qgy6gQM8/s320/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185955829136487282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g4taiL85I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ou23kMLIXjo/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g4taiL85I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ou23kMLIXjo/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185957323785106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you may be thinking that Evie is a quick change artist but no, she is not. The last picture is from the second time she ate, thus the difference in clothes. I have also discovered that eating is done best in short sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;well it is a start. In the next few weeks we will be building her mush repertoire adding such things as mushed squash, carrots, peas and maybe even beans.&lt;br /&gt;what a lucky girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8011778554946951140?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8011778554946951140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8011778554946951140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8011778554946951140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8011778554946951140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-were-not-having-cold-mush-for-lunch.html' title='and we&apos;re not having cold mush for lunch today...yay!!!...we&apos;re having warm mush'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g4IaiL84I/AAAAAAAAACo/tmbWS4_A6kc/s72-c/DSC02100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2134608876452914159</id><published>2008-04-05T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:26:06.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>processing data as ones and zeros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; and I went to a movie this afternoon.  We saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leatherheads&lt;/span&gt; (which I though had some funny moments, but was not at all as clever as it presumed to be [according to Jeremy]) we had some excellent babysitters come and take care of Evie (Thanks!) so we got some time to ourselves. It was so strange to go to the theater together. It seemed so normal, which was the strange part. It seemed too normal that it was just us. It is like I forgot that we had not done that in over 5 months. We used to go to the theater just about every weekend, and last summer when it was scorching and I was pregnant we used to go about twice a week just for the air conditioning. (I remember once it was so hot that as I was walking across the parking lot to get to the theater the asphalt in certain places was squishing under my sandal.) It was so strange to think that it is now not just us and that we come home to Evie.&lt;br /&gt;It has been just us for so long that it felt for a second there that the world where Evie exists was just a dream and the the last year did not take place and that I would look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; and we would both laugh and then I would wake up. very surreal. very, very surreal. But as I look over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; is on the couch with a baby sitting on his lap.  What a strange world we live in. How things change so drastically and so fast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g0T6iL82I/AAAAAAAAACY/ED-GJutX6HI/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g0T6iL82I/AAAAAAAAACY/ED-GJutX6HI/s320/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185952487651930978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2134608876452914159?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2134608876452914159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2134608876452914159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2134608876452914159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2134608876452914159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/processing-data-as-ones-and-zeros.html' title='processing data as ones and zeros'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_g0T6iL82I/AAAAAAAAACY/ED-GJutX6HI/s72-c/DSC02049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3611077264803389670</id><published>2008-04-02T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:02:34.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>are you talking to that octopus you are devouring?</title><content type='html'>so I was singing another little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diddy&lt;/span&gt; that I made up a while ago. I made up this song when my little sister Charis was just a baby. So I thought I would share it here. I know that my dad is proud of my song witting abilities so I hope to impress him some more.&lt;br /&gt;(this song is to she tune of 'the Spanish flea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little French mouse walked one day&lt;br /&gt;in a little town down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;the little French mouse saw some cheese&lt;br /&gt;she said, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bonjour&lt;/span&gt;, oh yes please!'&lt;br /&gt;the little trap snapped on her neck&lt;br /&gt;the little French mouse was no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sing that song to her past the age of two so as to not scar her for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;But I sang it to Evie the other day and she really seemed to like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3611077264803389670?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3611077264803389670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3611077264803389670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3611077264803389670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3611077264803389670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-talking-to-that-octopus-you-are.html' title='are you talking to that octopus you are devouring?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8475823680014630615</id><published>2008-04-02T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:44:09.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't spinach baby.</title><content type='html'>well I thought I was allergic to spinach. It turns out that it is avocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hamburger the other night and put a little bit of avocado on my bun and had the exact same gut ache. I thought little alien babies were trying to burst through my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;oh avocado how could you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for only a short time, but it was love all the same.&lt;br /&gt;so no more for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Avocado,&lt;br /&gt;you are an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; and I am a girl who cannot digest your goodness. I must leave you and never eat of you again.&lt;br /&gt;we can not be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8475823680014630615?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8475823680014630615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8475823680014630615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8475823680014630615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8475823680014630615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-aint-spinach-baby.html' title='It ain&apos;t spinach baby.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7654140245330432989</id><published>2008-03-31T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:03:45.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look in the tunk. I think he means trunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_GifqiL8wI/AAAAAAAAABs/CONIWerOtuE/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_GifqiL8wI/AAAAAAAAABs/CONIWerOtuE/s320/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184103310957474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. I stayed in Brooks for the week again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lar&lt;/span&gt; was staying so on Easter Monday I decided that I did not feel like packing up and driving home so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; went back to Calgary for the week and I stayed. We went to a movie ( Horton hears a who) on Tuesday, swimming on Wednesday, and to Dinosaur park on Friday. My little sister Eden (who is three) got a new bike helmet and wore it all day Friday. So we walked around the museum with a little girl in a bike helmet. I love how kids can get away with that stuff. I was watching my niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; dance the other day and thought that the reason we think kids are so cute is because it is the only time that we can see behavior that is completely free from self and consciences. It is genuine human expression, free from constraint. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Evie sat through her first movie at the theater. She was completely mesmerized for half of it and asleep for the other half.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty fun week.&lt;br /&gt;She also learned to sit up on her own this past week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_GjOKiL8xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/si6icDYeQfs/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_GjOKiL8xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/si6icDYeQfs/s320/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184104109821391634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;horray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Here is Evie sitting with Eden in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_Gk0aiL8zI/AAAAAAAAACE/o_QKheQCWWo/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_Gk0aiL8zI/AAAAAAAAACE/o_QKheQCWWo/s320/DSC02087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184105866463015730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two seem to have a lot of fun together. I think Eden may have a little shadow for the rest of her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7654140245330432989?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7654140245330432989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7654140245330432989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7654140245330432989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7654140245330432989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-in-tunk-i-think-he-means-trunk.html' title='look in the tunk. I think he means trunk'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R_GifqiL8wI/AAAAAAAAABs/CONIWerOtuE/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6461142456475666723</id><published>2008-03-31T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:10:48.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you scratch my elbow?</title><content type='html'>So we got home last night at about 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;We thought that we would leave at 9 so that we would be leaving at Evie's bedtime and then she would sleep all the way home and just right to bed when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;bad. idea.&lt;br /&gt;she slept all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;it was the rest of the night that she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Jerm finally got her to bed at about 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;I had given up at about 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason he said he was not tired so he stayed up.&lt;br /&gt;and then she decided to get up at 7:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;oh for the love of fort steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nap, a nap, my kingdom for a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6461142456475666723?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6461142456475666723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6461142456475666723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6461142456475666723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6461142456475666723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-you-scratch-my-elbow.html' title='Can you scratch my elbow?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7896244996881065199</id><published>2008-03-22T13:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:49:53.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can tell a lot about a person by the way they eat their chicken</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Good Friday service. Its really hard to be contempletive during communion with a five month old on your lap. The catchline for the sermon was 'it is friday but sunday is coming. ' It was repeated about oh lets say... 36 times. I know that the pre-teen boys behind us really enjoyed it because they kept whispering among themselves 'alright its friday we know already...oh and sundays commin' It made me laugh. All in all it was a beautiful morning.  I love coming home and feeling like I belong. I love knowing that there are more than at least 15 people in the congregation I related to in some way or another. I love being known. I love home.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I was thinking about was that although 'it is friday but sunday is coming' I thought there is beauty is just sitting in friday. Its friday, be still and understand what friday is all about.&lt;br /&gt;It is also difficult to do that with a five month old.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my contepetive life will just have to wait a little while.&lt;br /&gt;which makes my heart hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7896244996881065199?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7896244996881065199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7896244996881065199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7896244996881065199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7896244996881065199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-can-tell-lot-about-person-by-way.html' title='You can tell a lot about a person by the way they eat their chicken'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-395332103455039478</id><published>2008-03-21T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:17:27.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>live from somewhere between brooks and duchess its....easter weekend!</title><content type='html'>so I went grocery shopping with my mom today and we ran into my mom's mom's cousin. (my grandma's cousin for all those who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genealogically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impaired&lt;/span&gt;) and she asked if me and my younger sister (who is 20) were helping mom out at the grocery store and we smiled and said yes, then she leaned in and asked us if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny had come for us yet. um...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny has not come for about 17 years. I think he forgot where I lived. Anyway Aunt Bernice just smiled and said that he will probably come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yaay&lt;/span&gt;!!!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny is coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!! (well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to my 80 year old aunt)&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the checkout was orange. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;. Hair, skin, nails, lips (well no her lips were bright pink I think that it was a last ditch effort to look like she had not spent the last 45 years stuck in a tanning bed) &lt;br /&gt;what a town, what a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news my little sister Charis said that church this morning was like a time out. Yeah I think she had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-395332103455039478?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/395332103455039478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=395332103455039478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/395332103455039478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/395332103455039478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-from-somewhere-between-brooks-and.html' title='live from somewhere between brooks and duchess its....easter weekend!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7766740240061105960</id><published>2008-03-20T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:38:53.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take you by the left leg and throw you down the stairs.</title><content type='html'>that is always something my Grandpa would say to me as a little girl then he would pick me up and pretend to throw me down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;no, my Grandfather is not a sadistic man who throws little girls down staircases. It was really quite a fun game at the time.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the laptop is back from the Shop of the future. (Future shop) and let me tell you if that store is a herald of the future, then it is a bleak one. Well bleak as far as customer service goes.&lt;br /&gt;so expect more posts now that I don't have to trudge down the stairs to the other computer in the 'basement office' ( that is what Jeremy calls it anyway.) sad. sad. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7766740240061105960?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7766740240061105960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7766740240061105960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7766740240061105960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7766740240061105960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-you-by-left-leg-and-throw-you-down.html' title='take you by the left leg and throw you down the stairs.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1792271598067328225</id><published>2008-03-20T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:32:48.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming, spinach salad,steak, splenda, and the 9 hour stomach ache</title><content type='html'>well yesterday was a bust. We did have a fun morning, Larissa and I took Evie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; swimming and then we came back here for lunch. I made a really good spinach salad with steak on top all was good until 2 that afternoon.....dun dun dun. Last week I had two huge gut aches, they both fell on the days when I ate spinach salad. But on those days I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; coffee as well so I thought it was the coffee. Well it looks like I am allergic to spinach. I had a stomach ache that felt like alien babies were trying to break out of my gut for about 9 hours. I finally went away and i am feeling much better. Well I guess I will never be eating that again. again. ever ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1792271598067328225?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1792271598067328225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1792271598067328225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1792271598067328225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1792271598067328225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/swimming-spinach-saladsteak-splenda-and.html' title='swimming, spinach salad,steak, splenda, and the 9 hour stomach ache'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1388383102739342207</id><published>2008-03-14T19:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:01:19.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they've all gone to look for america</title><content type='html'>There has not been time this week to sit down and rest my weary thoughts. The good news is that I bought a car charger so I have been driving around all week trying to charge my phone. I am glad that my mom is coming to Calgary tomorrow so that I can get my other charger back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have been feeling so restless and stuck lately. I spent the week in Brooks last week and it was good to be home. I love to be home but I hate Brooks. I think I would move home if my family was not from such a stinky town. (literally) But on the other hand I love being there. I love being able to see people and be surrounded by my family and Jeremy's family. I would love to feel at home in the town I live in. I would love to go to a church where there is genuine community and we are known and loved. It is so hard to go back to calgary and be alone just me and Evie all day long for most of the days. I want to belong. I want to feel like I am home. I want something else.&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck because Jeremy could never find a job in his specific field anywhere but a major center (Vancouver, Calgary, Ottawa etc.) and I am not moving to any of those other places. I would never ask him to give up what he loves to do for a living. (Or what he went to university for 5 years for and worked for another 4 to get his Peng. ) But in Calgary we never get ahead. The cost of living has really for all intents and purposes doubled in the last 5 years. The average price of a house had more than doubled. So no matter how many raises he gets it seems like we are always just above the water. I am tired to living like in a place that makes it seem like everyone has everything yet I can't imagine how anyone lives in this city. Jerm is a professional and make really really good money and yet the thought of getting into a $400,000 mortgage makes me want to  sit down and cry. And the strange thing is that in this city you can get a shack for 275,000 or a really nice house for 350,00 to 400,000. So there is no winning.&lt;br /&gt;frick , frick , frick, here come the fricks,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we can't live how we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1388383102739342207?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1388383102739342207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1388383102739342207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1388383102739342207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1388383102739342207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/they.html' title='they&apos;ve all gone to look for america'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7003120067823844777</id><published>2008-03-14T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:48:14.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R9sqLyQMAAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xFk64itH41I/s1600-h/Airborne"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R9sqLyQMAAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xFk64itH41I/s320/Airborne" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177778578549112834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airborne Settlement:&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="firstinpost"&gt;The makers of &lt;a href="http://www.airbornehealth.com/"&gt;Airborne&lt;/a&gt; vitamin supplement have &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=87644"&gt;agreed to a $23.3 million class action settlement&lt;/a&gt; for false advertising. Though it's now marketed as nothing more than an immune booster, the manufacturer used to advertise Airborne could prevent or cure the common cold, despite the &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/OnCall/story?id=1664514&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;lack of any real clinical evidence&lt;/a&gt; for such claims. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Airborne's&lt;/span&gt; makers did not make any concession of wrongdoing, though they will pay for ads telling consumers how to seek refunds. They've already launched a website with settlement details &lt;a href="http://www.airbornehealthsettlement.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The settlement may not end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Airborne's&lt;/span&gt; legal difficulties, however, as the Federal Trade Commission and several state attorneys general are continuing to investigate the company's claims. For the time being, however, &lt;a href="http://www.adweek.com/aw/content_display/news/agency/e3i2b6080be44abeb9e7658cf47a09f717b?imw=Y"&gt;marketing experts apparently believe&lt;/a&gt; Airborne sales will remain strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes sales of airborne will remain strong because I will buy every last tiny effervescent pill they sell.&lt;br /&gt;I love this stuff and I think it works it has helped me fend off at least 4 to 5 colds this year alone. You can only get it in the USA so whenever my dad goes there he buys it by the boat load. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humfff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. I guess we will have to see what the American drug market comes up with next as the great miracle cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7003120067823844777?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7003120067823844777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7003120067823844777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7003120067823844777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7003120067823844777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/nooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/R9sqLyQMAAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xFk64itH41I/s72-c/Airborne' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7865058244672049625</id><published>2008-03-13T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:24:48.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kippers for breakfast, is it St. Swimmings day already?</title><content type='html'>where do I get get my titles? Well that is a special process requiring 12 secret spices slow roasted to perfection... um no.. that's KFC. hmmm. Well this one was a quote from the Simpsons. The last one was something my mom said, some others are Jeremy said. One is a quote from the office.  that is about it. Whatever phrase pops into my head at time.&lt;br /&gt;And what dear friends does 'Mostly Nakers' mean?....well nakers is what we call Evie when she has no clothes on. Evie your nakers! And I guess the 'mostly' refers to what I am willing to share here I am willing to be exposed but not all the way, this is after all a public forum. So I am not nakers I am mostly nakers.&lt;br /&gt;There I hope I have answered your questions and brought a little ray of light into your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7865058244672049625?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7865058244672049625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7865058244672049625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7865058244672049625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7865058244672049625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/kippers-for-breakfast-is-it-st.html' title='Kippers for breakfast, is it St. Swimmings day already?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8624803231983745208</id><published>2008-03-10T18:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:37:41.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His name was Lawrence, he worked there forever and he had a ring on every finger.</title><content type='html'>Well we successfully made it back from brooks in one piece. Well almost one piece. I left my phone charger there.&lt;br /&gt;this was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with Jeremy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to pack the phone charger?&lt;br /&gt;the phone charger?&lt;br /&gt;yeah cause I can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;no I don't think...&lt;br /&gt;click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was the end of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;so Evie and I went for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8624803231983745208?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8624803231983745208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8624803231983745208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8624803231983745208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8624803231983745208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/his-name-was-lawrence-he-worked-there.html' title='His name was Lawrence, he worked there forever and he had a ring on every finger.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7387053335408595250</id><published>2008-03-04T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:02:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you going to tell me that Stevie Wonder doesn't love his wife just because he is unsure of what she looks like?</title><content type='html'>Today my mom was talking on the phone with my sister and she (my sister) mentioned the singer Carrie Underwood and my mom said " Oh, isn't she the one that sings 'Jesus at the wheel?'"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed for a while (about half an hour)  then promptly wrote this song (to the tune of the song Jesus take the wheel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus at the wheel&lt;br /&gt;everybody run&lt;br /&gt;I think he's unlicensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus at the wheel&lt;br /&gt;everybody hide&lt;br /&gt;you should all get inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7387053335408595250?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7387053335408595250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7387053335408595250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7387053335408595250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7387053335408595250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-going-to-tell-me-that-stevie.html' title='are you going to tell me that Stevie Wonder doesn&apos;t love his wife just because he is unsure of what she looks like?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-3341360443840879994</id><published>2008-03-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:51:39.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glass of water crust of bread</title><content type='html'>if she doesn't eat with me she doesn't eat at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; I am the Disney princess Belle.  Which is a good think because Belle seems to be the most pragmatic and levelheaded of all the princesses. And you know, if you are going to be a Disney Princess pragmatism seems to be one of the most desired qualities, that and a great singing voice, also you need the ability to write instant songs about your emotional status, and oh... you should have a pretty good rack as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-3341360443840879994?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/3341360443840879994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=3341360443840879994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3341360443840879994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/3341360443840879994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/03/glass-of-water-crust-of-bread.html' title='glass of water crust of bread'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4516234315294275874</id><published>2008-02-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:45:48.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taste in my mouth</title><content type='html'>I did not want to put on my profile that I am a mom. It seems that the word is an all encompassing catastrophic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smotherer&lt;/span&gt; of my other attributes as a human being. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom and taking care of Evie. It brings me more joy that I could ever communicate here. But the connotation of saying "I'm a mom" hold so much negativity for me that I don't know what to do with it. For the most part I run in the opposite direction of the labels that people try to give me. There is something about being labeled that makes my insides burn. I can label myself but don't anyone else do it. I am more than a mom. I am more than the narrow label our society gives that word. I am Kristin. I am who I chose to be. I am sure other mothers feel this way too. and maybe because I am such a new mom I have not come to peace about what that word will really mean for me and for Evie and for any other children we have. I have hope that I will feel my way through this like I do most other things in life. As I write this there is a wiggly baby sitting on my lap gumming my arm and reaching for the keyboard. I suppose this a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; into how I will define motherhood in my life. I am the person that I always have been. Thinking, feeling, serious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;analytical&lt;/span&gt;, joyful, loving but all these things hidden. Now my greatest joy, love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; is sitting here visible on my lap for all the world to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4516234315294275874?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4516234315294275874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4516234315294275874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4516234315294275874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4516234315294275874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfection.html' title='taste in my mouth'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-1527183194074894909</id><published>2008-02-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:17:17.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oww my freakin' ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you expect that kind of filth at Denny's,  but here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually my arm hurts today. I got my tetanus booster shot yesterday when Evie got her 4 month shots.&lt;br /&gt;my arm feels like a thousand children with a thousand tiny fists poked me for a 24 hour period. Yes that is exactly what it feels like, stupid arm.&lt;br /&gt;well on the other hand Evie did well with her shots and seems to be feeling better this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;She woke up a 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;which is odd because everyday she sleeps solid from 9:30-6:30 which is pretty good for me but last night i found myself watching 'the mom show' at 4:30 in the morning. I know why they put that show on at that hour, it is because that is when most moms are up wishing they were in bed exactly like the perfect moms on that bloody TV show most certainly are.&lt;br /&gt;and then i discovered that we were out of diapers so we went to superstore at 8:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;and then Evie threw up all over her exersaucer when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;All my careful planning is gone to waste!&lt;br /&gt;my day is going well.&lt;br /&gt;all I am waiting for is goats to break into my house and chew off my legs. Yes that would just about complete my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-1527183194074894909?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1527183194074894909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=1527183194074894909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1527183194074894909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/1527183194074894909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/02/oww-my-freakin-ears.html' title='oww my freakin&apos; ears!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6622263693329796471</id><published>2008-02-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:35:50.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evie I am a big blue bumblebee!</title><content type='html'>Today was a better day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerm&lt;/span&gt; gave me the night off last night and took Evie and I took a long bath and went to bed. It is amazing what a long bath and a long sleep will do for your outlook on life. It seems that exhaustion builds up and up and then I have a day like I did yesterday with no energy and contentment for life, but then somehow I bounce back and I become myself again.&lt;br /&gt;Evie and I tried to go swimming this morning but it turns out that the swimming pool is the latest victim of Calgary's staff shortages. Apparently there was only two lifeguards and the pool was full. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;booearns&lt;/span&gt;. So we wandered around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cardel&lt;/span&gt; place and went to the library and read some books. I guess Evie better get used to spending time in the library because that is one of Jeremy's favorite places.  It is funny how kids tend to get dragged to the places and activities that their parents like and participate in. I remember spending hours and hours in the freaking fabric store and to this day whenever I pass one I shudder. I guess that is why I will never sew more than a button on a shirt. I guess Evie is lucky that we like libraries an swimming pools. On the other hand she will probably be sick of Starbucks by the time she is old enough to order her very own tall caramel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;macchiato&lt;/span&gt; to be just like her addicted mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6622263693329796471?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6622263693329796471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6622263693329796471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6622263693329796471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6622263693329796471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/02/evie-i-am-big-blue-bumblebee.html' title='Evie I am a big blue bumblebee!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2264979749440996619</id><published>2008-02-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:52:15.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day</title><content type='html'>I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; today and not ready to face the world&lt;br /&gt;there seemed to be a familiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heaviness&lt;/span&gt; and sadness moving around with me today&lt;br /&gt;an anxiety in my chest&lt;br /&gt;an impatience in my dealings with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; it was a day where she needed naps and slept a lot of the day&lt;br /&gt;I get these days every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;dead days&lt;br /&gt;sad days&lt;br /&gt;anxious day&lt;br /&gt;money, my weight, living in Calgary where buying a house (which we are saving to do) is taking years longer and getting more expensive by the month&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing I want yet I crave everything&lt;br /&gt;something to fill this hole where my hope has left me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2264979749440996619?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2264979749440996619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2264979749440996619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2264979749440996619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2264979749440996619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/02/hard-day.html' title='hard day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7355040846097880018</id><published>2008-02-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:13:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commitment issues</title><content type='html'>so it looks like I have blogger commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;I attempting to work through these and blogger seems to be willing to forgive and help us move on. After all it did give me a new template.&lt;br /&gt;I love a fresh start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7355040846097880018?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7355040846097880018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7355040846097880018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7355040846097880018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7355040846097880018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2008/02/commitment-issues.html' title='commitment issues'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-743122171856714903</id><published>2007-05-16T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:40:32.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swallowing fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkujqeKM6DI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gof2wVs7ohs/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkujqeKM6DI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gof2wVs7ohs/s320/goldfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065322155953940530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jeremy asked me the other day what it was like to feel the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bambino&lt;/span&gt; move around for the first time. I said I think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probabaly&lt;/span&gt; like the same sensation as swallowing some live gold fish. Something is moving around inside me and its not me.&lt;br /&gt;it is strange to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-743122171856714903?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/743122171856714903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=743122171856714903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/743122171856714903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/743122171856714903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/05/swallowing-fish.html' title='swallowing fish'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkujqeKM6DI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gof2wVs7ohs/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-558579548560284471</id><published>2007-05-09T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:27:49.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkJX1ewMf-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VRHqrByDGI/s1600-h/cowdolfin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkJX1ewMf-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VRHqrByDGI/s320/cowdolfin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062705507417751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am following in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeremy's&lt;/span&gt; footsteps and looking up my titles on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; this is stress&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; it would be scary for the cow knowing he is going&lt;br /&gt;to have to go back in the water&lt;br /&gt;so looking for a house in Calgary&lt;br /&gt;is about as impossible as it gets&lt;br /&gt;and i am hoping that&lt;br /&gt;we find something that we can afford but is still nice.&lt;br /&gt;that is just about too difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;work is going well but it is still&lt;br /&gt;so difficult to drag myself out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;to a place where my bed is not.&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say i am stressed&lt;br /&gt;well more like anxious.&lt;br /&gt;at least i am exhausted enough at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;to still fall asleep within 5 min. of going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-558579548560284471?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/558579548560284471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=558579548560284471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/558579548560284471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/558579548560284471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/RkJX1ewMf-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2VRHqrByDGI/s72-c/cowdolfin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2027252449903116581</id><published>2007-04-29T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:23:36.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>what made last night even worse&lt;br /&gt;was that i did not wear sensible shoes&lt;br /&gt;my feet felt like bloody stumps at the end.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i will use my handy foot massager michelle&lt;br /&gt;gave me.&lt;br /&gt;horray!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2027252449903116581?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2027252449903116581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2027252449903116581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2027252449903116581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2027252449903116581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/04/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8065824588897135682</id><published>2007-04-29T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:25:21.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>endings</title><content type='html'>Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines&lt;br /&gt;in a place where we only say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;It stung like a violent wind that our memories&lt;br /&gt;depend on a faulty camera in our mind&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that you were a truth that I would rather lose&lt;br /&gt;than to have never lain beside at all.&lt;br /&gt;-Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends where i have found truth and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;They are people who with out knowing it&lt;br /&gt;have transformed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i said good-bye to some of these people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life i feel as if i have lost something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in friends that i can never get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are all going off and starting masters programs and universities around the country&lt;br /&gt;and i am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if they have walked off with dreams&lt;br /&gt;and have plans and goals&lt;br /&gt;and i am lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was grad last night&lt;br /&gt;and i think it will be my last official function that i participate in with the College&lt;br /&gt;it was an end for all of us&lt;br /&gt;yet they walked away with a degree&lt;br /&gt;and i walked away empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself that my plans are not lost&lt;br /&gt;they are just on hold for a few years&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when the time comes for me&lt;br /&gt;to pick them up again&lt;br /&gt;i will have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are gone and i will miss the comfort of their presence&lt;br /&gt;what can be said about a night like last night&lt;br /&gt;when an entire piece of my world passed out of my grasp&lt;br /&gt;and i have no choice but to move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8065824588897135682?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8065824588897135682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8065824588897135682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8065824588897135682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8065824588897135682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/04/endings.html' title='endings'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-5896478953149330415</id><published>2007-04-23T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:31:21.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmpph</title><content type='html'>So I am sick again.&lt;br /&gt;I made it half way to work and then had to turn around because I was about to throw up all over myself in the car. no fun.&lt;br /&gt;I made it home but I think this may be more than just morning sickness comming back . I think I have to flu.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;my immune system is shot.&lt;br /&gt;and I am germ velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news.&lt;br /&gt;My friend michelle has solved the smelly feet problem in my life,&lt;br /&gt;no she did not get me new non stink holding shoes&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a water foot massager&lt;br /&gt;horray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She also knitted a blanket for the baby,&lt;br /&gt;but I am so glad my friends know it is just as important to get me a gift as it is&lt;br /&gt;to get a gift for a baby who does not even know it is getting a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today I plan on soaking my feet in between bouts of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a good day.&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can eat something today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-5896478953149330415?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/5896478953149330415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=5896478953149330415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5896478953149330415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/5896478953149330415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmpph.html' title='hmpph'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-9035773033768432963</id><published>2007-04-18T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:27:37.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>I have the most boring blog on the face of the planet but I am too tired to care&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I will update it with all the things going on in my life but every evening&lt;br /&gt;I say, I'll do it tommorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I have started work again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frick my feet stink&lt;br /&gt;I think I need new shoes&lt;br /&gt;non stink holding ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new strategy&lt;br /&gt;just say whatever comes to my mind&lt;br /&gt;it seems to work for other blogs that get&lt;br /&gt;regularly up dated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also writing my blogs in non- prose style&lt;br /&gt;which seems to work for random thoughts a little better&lt;br /&gt;I like it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired tonight&lt;br /&gt;I left work earlier today after reading the same sentance about 4 times and not absorbing anything.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is full of historical/interpretive skills development info that I am trying to fit into the training schedule for our summer staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it does feel good to be back at work&lt;br /&gt;to be needed, busy, and knowlegable&lt;br /&gt;I like my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just change my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-9035773033768432963?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/9035773033768432963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=9035773033768432963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9035773033768432963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/9035773033768432963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/04/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7225441953256345714</id><published>2007-04-05T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:03:20.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still snowing. still sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for a while.&lt;br /&gt;That is due to many factors.&lt;br /&gt;most of which include me throwing up most every day.&lt;br /&gt;and getting another cold.&lt;br /&gt;which makes two in the span of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; lets say one month.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason for the throwing up is obvious&lt;br /&gt;or it will be in another month or so&lt;br /&gt;but most of you know there is a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ramer&lt;/span&gt; on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;horray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7225441953256345714?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7225441953256345714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7225441953256345714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7225441953256345714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7225441953256345714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-snowing-still-sick.html' title='still snowing. still sick.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4439935082626835904</id><published>2007-03-18T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:58:35.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>worst weekend ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rf2YJghIBJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-UXhe2GS0U/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rf2YJghIBJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-UXhe2GS0U/s320/boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043354446839940242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this has been one of the worst weekends on record. I hate conflict. I also hate the flu. I had both this weekend. I was attacked by a strange virus that included both the stomach flu, a cold, a sore throat, a fever and the usual aches that come with the flu. It has been two days of calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ralph&lt;/span&gt; on the big white telephone (which is the handy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;euphemism&lt;/span&gt; my dad used when one of us kids would throw up)  When I get sick I also get insomnia. So Jeremy has sat up these last few nights with me, feeling my head and telling me I feel like I am on fire. Well my head may be on fire but the rest of me feels like it has been dipped in ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frickity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt;. I hate this weekend. (apparently the sailor steering this boat had the worst weekend ever also, or that is at least what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; images liked to title this picture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4439935082626835904?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4439935082626835904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4439935082626835904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4439935082626835904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4439935082626835904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/worst-weekend-ever_18.html' title='worst weekend ever'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rf2YJghIBJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-UXhe2GS0U/s72-c/boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-2486024029120055277</id><published>2007-03-17T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T10:39:22.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an answer</title><content type='html'>In response to my last post an author has asked me why her comments made me so upset. The answer is plain and simple. I am sure anyone would get upset and hurt if they felt publicly shamed and judged. If you call someone names in public it is obviously going to hurt and that person will probably defend themselves.  There is no deeper issue here other than to say thank you for your apology, I hope you will remember to be more careful with your words and judgments in the future. If any of my words have been misunderstood and hurtful I also apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-2486024029120055277?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/2486024029120055277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=2486024029120055277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2486024029120055277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/2486024029120055277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/answer.html' title='an answer'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7858349119153856011</id><published>2007-03-16T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:16:21.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>convenient interpretation</title><content type='html'>Most Christians claim to be "Biblical Christians"  They claim to follow the bible as God's  word and as an authority for how they live their lives.  They think that they follow the bible as how it is meant to be followed. They think they are coming to their own conclusions when they read the bible. I would argue that we are all guilty of convenient interpretation. We see the bible and read it with one narrow interpretation or how it most conveniently fits into our lives. We do not see how there is 2000 years of history, thought, theology and philosophy that informs our reading of scripture. Most do not know how many diverse interpretations of theological issues exist or for the hundereds of years they have been argued over. Or, as most people do, we take it for what we want to take it for. A perfect example of this is the issue of women. We do not presume to interpret the passages that say that women should not wear braided hair, gold jewelry and other such adornments literally, we say " oh that was for that time and place, it is cultural." But in the same breath these supposed "Biblical Christians" say that women should not lead or teach, that they must take a submissive role in the church and in the home. This is an easy example of this convenient interpretation that pervades the so called 'biblical church' If we say we want to live literally by some of the passages then we must according to logic live literally by the rest of the things Paul mentions.&lt;br /&gt;But let us be honest with ourselves and with everyone around us.  We are all guilty of picking things out of the bible that we like and ignoring the things we don't like.&lt;br /&gt;I think it takes courage and a heart that truly is seeking truth to face these contradictions and think about them and not just accept the same old same old answers.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the smallest, but most obvious reasons why I don't believe in the submission of women. This is by no means a proper theological or academic discussion on the topic. (but we could have one if anyone wants)  That is because this is my blog. This is not an academic paper that I am writing. This is where I post my opinions. Please readers do not take these things personally. I am not asking anyone to believe what I believe only that they truly examine the evidence and use critical thinking skills in life instead of ignorance. That is all I am advocating. Critical thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7858349119153856011?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7858349119153856011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7858349119153856011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7858349119153856011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7858349119153856011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/convenient-interpretation.html' title='convenient interpretation'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-6212041107484447273</id><published>2007-03-16T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:18:18.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>judgement</title><content type='html'>I was recently attacked for my interpretation on the role of women in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the person who attacked me read a little portion of what i was thinking and called me immature and told me that sorrows would come in my life to shape me.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that I have studied theology academically now for three and a half years and any conclusions that I have come to are not flippant ones that I think of on my own they are rooted many hours of thought, discussion, history, philosophy and the wisdom of people who have lived far greater lives than me and also thought about these things.  They are also not just swallowing what the church says you have to believe or what is right to believe to be a christian. They are also arrived at through experience. I have walked through darkness and beauty, I have battled with depression and finding my way out of it. God has walked with me through sorrow and darkness to healing and joy. He has walked with me through the destruction of my family and to the restoration of it, he has walked with me through the death of my spirit and the resurrection of it. I have see a lot. I have felt a lot and I have walked through even more. I have struggled to live with integrity and brutal honesty over what i think, believe and ultimately do.&lt;br /&gt;This person implored me to think.&lt;br /&gt;I would expect from the same to this person.&lt;br /&gt;and I would also say that your judgments are incredibly hurtful. You did not just disagree you judged me, labeled me and called me down.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to live world where not all people believe the same things, we may disagree we also may fervently argue our point of view but we do not judge. We say to each other, you may not be live the way I do, you may not worship God the way I do but I will respect that and love you anyway and build you up not tear you down.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the person who said these things to me is a brave, strong and beautiful woman. She has inspired me in the way that she lives her life. I am sad that she resorted to judgement and to hurtful words and setting herself up as some sort of quasi authority for my marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-6212041107484447273?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/6212041107484447273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=6212041107484447273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6212041107484447273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/6212041107484447273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/judgement.html' title='judgement'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8302065823522110939</id><published>2007-03-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:12:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rezb_nB6J8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/u3wWyKBZ7vo/s1600-h/springgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rezb_nB6J8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/u3wWyKBZ7vo/s320/springgarden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038643968975972290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos/spring.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos7.html&amp;amp;amp;amp;h=768&amp;w=1024&amp;amp;sz=241&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;tbnid=I7YU6oGRSxT-2M:&amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dspring%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos/spring.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos7.html&amp;amp;amp;amp;h=768&amp;w=1024&amp;amp;sz=241&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;tbnid=I7YU6oGRSxT-2M:&amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dspring%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.blogger.com/koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos7.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www2.blogger.com/koti.mbnet.fi/kakoskin/photos7.html" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning thinking it was spring. my heart skipped a beat until I looked out the window. crap. I have never been this partial towards spring but for some reason I am so so sick of winter this year. I could almost taste the flowers this morning. Well it is not as if i eat flowers. but this morning i think i would have. A big bite of garden.&lt;br /&gt;it is still winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8302065823522110939?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8302065823522110939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8302065823522110939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8302065823522110939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8302065823522110939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/Rezb_nB6J8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/u3wWyKBZ7vo/s72-c/springgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-8230661761248066768</id><published>2007-03-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:26:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prior revleation</title><content type='html'>I have heard it said that any new revelation of God and his works must follow prior revelation. That is to say if what we think God is saying does not line up with the biblical revelation of who he is and how he works then it is not true. The the bible is the so called plumb line to determine all acts that are truly of God or not. I was thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; this and thought that if the Nation of Israel  suddenly announced a mandate to exterminate the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palestinian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nation&lt;/span&gt; every man, woman, child and baby that this would be in line with past biblical revelation about God. In the old testament God did indeed order the extermination of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amalekites&lt;/span&gt; every man, woman, child and baby.&lt;br /&gt;what does this say about the biblical revelation of God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-8230661761248066768?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8230661761248066768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=8230661761248066768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8230661761248066768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/8230661761248066768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/prior-revleation.html' title='prior revleation'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-7870797890154918716</id><published>2007-03-03T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:02:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women</title><content type='html'>We are told that to be good christian women we must submit to our husbands. That man is the head of the household and that women are to submit to the supposed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt; given to them by God and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; by the christian church.&lt;br /&gt;I think that women accept this pattern of living not just because the church tells them they must in order to be good and to avoid sinning, but I think more importantly women use this as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; excuse to escape the moral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ambiguity&lt;/span&gt; of life. Life is confusing, painful and full of things that we cannot, no matter how hard we try, reconcile through the supposed christian worldview.&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that women do this consciously but in the end it is accomplished through the sheer force of fear that they willingly give up their right to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;critical&lt;/span&gt; thinking and accept this second rate human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful women I know take participate in humanity. They walk through the moral ambiguity of life with eyes wide open, they are responsible for interpreting the world around them and acting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;convictions&lt;/span&gt; of their thoughts and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;this is the kind of woman that I seek to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-7870797890154918716?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/7870797890154918716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=7870797890154918716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7870797890154918716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/7870797890154918716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/women.html' title='women'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433718.post-4917271571823570535</id><published>2007-02-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:09:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/ReMzUFeoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/l2IKZvK1OgM/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/ReMzUFeoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/l2IKZvK1OgM/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035925228491401026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so it was another lazy weekend. You can see Jeremy engaged in his favorite activity. Falling asleep on the couch while reading.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we did get out and took the train to the library (another one of Jeremys favorite places) and then spent the afternoon reading at a new cafe we found near our house. The cafe is in Kensington and we have passed it many times on our way to Starbucks. As it turns out we did this again on saturday only to get to starbucks and find that the line up went out the door. So we walked back to the other Cafe and went in. I found myself plesantly surprised. We had lunch and coffee all in one place!! Yes, as you can see that my life has definitly picked up in excitment when this is the highlight of my weekend. We also washed the car and ate chineese food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433718-4917271571823570535?l=ramerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/feeds/4917271571823570535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433718&amp;postID=4917271571823570535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4917271571823570535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433718/posts/default/4917271571823570535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramerk.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazy-weekend.html' title='lazy weekend'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15926401013197903420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/SBiper5X4nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K8d6_KXtMEU/S220/kris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeqh4VFVQA/ReMzUFeoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/l2IKZvK1OgM/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
