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Wrestling" /><category term="Strange But True" /><category term="Product / Service Reviews" /><category term="Pets" /><category term="Health" /><category term="Road Trips and Other Adventures" /><category term="Family" /><category term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Kim's Korner</title><subtitle type="html">Back into Kim's Korner and follow the adventures of a single mom, her two active boys and yes, the pets too! Tornados, road trips, car accidents, a phone call from a hockey legend, makeup mayhem, kid gourmet, temporary canine insanity, and ... those pre-puberty questions from my pre-teen! YIKES! 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The time when kids head back to the classroom, and out from under their parents feet.The time when parents no longer have to hear, ‘Mom, I’m BORED!’Many parents simply can’t wait for that first day back to the ‘routine’.Me? Not so much.Unfortunately, for me, as well as all the other parents out there, going&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/sW2_TLQLrUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3658657284685504532/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=3658657284685504532&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3658657284685504532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3658657284685504532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/sW2_TLQLrUg/yur-preeeetty.html" title="YUR PREEEETTY!!!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/yur-preeeetty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANSXszfip7ImA9WhdRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-967004349833066908</id><published>2011-08-10T07:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T07:56:38.586-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T07:56:38.586-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>You Are An Unfit Mother!</title><summary type="html">'You are an unfit mother!'

You. Are. An. UNFIT. Mother!

Those are VERY strong words.

They are the type of words that can change a world forever.

Many times, justifiably so.

Sometimes, not at all.


If someone accuses you of being an unfit mother, no matter WHO it is, no matter how good you believe your parenting skills are, it rocks you.

Regardless if you know the only reason these words &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/O1NoGT-EVJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/967004349833066908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=967004349833066908&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/967004349833066908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/967004349833066908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/O1NoGT-EVJo/you-are-unfit-mother.html" title="You Are An Unfit Mother!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-unfit-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFR3w6eSp7ImA9WhdWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-7675627280824377233</id><published>2011-07-31T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:21:56.211-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T02:21:56.211-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>And In Other News ...</title><summary type="html">When I got the news the Ex was coming back to town, one of my first thoughts (aside from how good it was going to be for the boys) was, ‘I may actually get to blog on a ‘regular’ basis again!’Yeah.  So much for that idea.I was hoping the weekend the boys spent with their dad, after he got back, the first weekend in NINE MONTHS I would be 'kid-free' both physically, and mentally, that I would &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/raXiwQyIwqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7675627280824377233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=7675627280824377233&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/7675627280824377233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/7675627280824377233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/raXiwQyIwqM/and-in-other-news.html" title="And In Other News ..." /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhjeFDT3lRc/TjTt72oa7LI/AAAAAAAAFeY/Sdtm4-d0ZMo/s72-c/Adam%2527s%2BCard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-in-other-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ERXg6fCp7ImA9WhZaF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-3688684013553363363</id><published>2011-07-04T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:11:44.614-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-04T13:11:44.614-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Wild Stuff My Kids Say/Do" /><title>You Got Balls, Baby!  YOU GOT BALLS!</title><summary type="html">See this kid with me?Yeah. Him.I’m pretty proud of him, ya know.No, he didn’t bring home a report card with all straight A’s (although a mother can dream … right?!?!)No, he didn’t single handedly save a toddler behind the wheel of a runaway car (a la Agent Cody Banks).And no, he hasn’t solved world hunger, while calculating the equations in his math homework.What DID he do, you wonder?He wrote a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/v4AwRkF10w8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3688684013553363363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=3688684013553363363&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3688684013553363363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3688684013553363363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/v4AwRkF10w8/you-got-balls-baby-you-got-balls.html" title="You Got Balls, Baby!  YOU GOT BALLS!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVHAY1Zca0I/ThHi5t5rEwI/AAAAAAAAFdU/4wVzZ1-eZuc/s72-c/Adam%2B%2526%2BMama.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-got-balls-baby-you-got-balls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDQXwyeCp7ImA9WhZaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-5237152076773447078</id><published>2011-06-27T13:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:19:30.290-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T16:19:30.290-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Pardon Me, But Could You Spare Some Air?</title><summary type="html">When I was in Junior High, I participated in a student exchange program with my class to Quebec city.Although I lived in Northern New Brunswick, and wouldn’t be seeing anything ‘new’ in all the SNOW and COLD that Quebec had to offer, it was an absolutely AWESOME week, and one that I still fondly remember, 25yrs later.Of course, that may be because I was one of the lucky ones, who got to stay in a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/MlOL3gHpnZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5237152076773447078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=5237152076773447078&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5237152076773447078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5237152076773447078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/MlOL3gHpnZs/pardon-me-but-could-you-spare-some-air.html" title="Pardon Me, But Could You Spare Some Air?" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9BiS5BxUPE/Tgilink8peI/AAAAAAAAFdM/Y7NwnlNIHRE/s72-c/fresh%2Bair.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/pardon-me-but-could-you-spare-some-air.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERX47eip7ImA9WhZUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-2234650977602614629</id><published>2011-06-08T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:00:04.002-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T00:00:04.002-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Telus Critter Challenge 2011 - Otter Takes 2nd! Thanks To YOU!</title><summary type="html">Last month TELUS launched it's new campaign, along with it's Critter Challenge and YOU heard about it HERE.And you voted.And for that, I thank you!After the preliminary round, 'my' critter, Otter, went into the finals with 31% of the votes.Your votes.In the end, it was the Saw Whet Owl that took the early lead, and the win.However, in the Telus Critter Challenge 2011 - Otter Takes 2nd! Thanks To &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/m0fui2IRz48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2234650977602614629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=2234650977602614629&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/2234650977602614629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/2234650977602614629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/m0fui2IRz48/telus-critter-challenge-2011-otter.html" title="Telus Critter Challenge 2011 - Otter Takes 2nd! Thanks To YOU!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6KHiSvdMac/Te7Dr5GXluI/AAAAAAAAFdE/mhCYfQMxqLE/s72-c/critters.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/06/telus-critter-challenge-2011-otter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FQH87cCp7ImA9WhZaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-8375672235466620984</id><published>2011-05-27T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:10:11.108-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T16:10:11.108-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Wild Stuff My Kids Say/Do" /><title>Hysterical Strength?  Nah, Just Call Me Badass Mama!</title><summary type="html">You know those stories you read, about a parent who suddenly develops incredible, super human strength, when one of their kids is in danger?There is actually a term, and Wikipedia page for it, entitled Hysterical Strength and this is (in part) what it states … ‘The most common anecdotal examples are of mothers lifting automobiles to rescue their children, and when people are in life and death &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/GX52uJcHw9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8375672235466620984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=8375672235466620984&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8375672235466620984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8375672235466620984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/GX52uJcHw9Y/hysterical-strength-nah-just-call-me.html" title="Hysterical Strength?  Nah, Just Call Me Badass Mama!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tntjUqVMais/TeAYDU8bcKI/AAAAAAAAFc4/97CyM6iFIMk/s72-c/Ninja%2BMom2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/hysterical-strength-nah-just-call-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIEQXc_fCp7ImA9WhZVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-8785707080639962779</id><published>2011-05-25T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:45:00.944-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T19:45:00.944-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Oh Yes, My Little Facebook Friends and Foes, Mama IS Watching!</title><summary type="html">I'm curious.How many of you parents out there, with kids on Facebook, will leave a comment every now and then, either because you are actually contributing to the conversation, or sometimes, just to remind their Friends and Foes that you're around.Keeping an eye on things.I have.  I do.  And most likely will continue to in the future.Sorry ma Boys, I'm the cross you have to bear, that comes with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/-jvdMKde8qc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8785707080639962779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=8785707080639962779&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8785707080639962779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8785707080639962779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/-jvdMKde8qc/oh-yes-my-little-facebook-friends-and.html" title="Oh Yes, My Little Facebook Friends and Foes, Mama IS Watching!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-yes-my-little-facebook-friends-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHQX8-eip7ImA9WhZWFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-5634635325278239514</id><published>2011-05-10T20:22:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:57:10.152-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-16T19:57:10.152-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Product / Service Reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>TELUS Critter Blogger Challenge - You Really OTTER Vote For Him!</title><summary type="html">Most corporations try to have some sort of 'mascot'.Taco Bell had The Chihuahua.Kool-Aid, The Big Pitcher.Geico has The Gecko.AFLAC has The Duck.And Mazda ... that creepy little 'zoom zoom' Dude.Love 'em or hate 'em, they were the slogans and mascots chosen by the people sitting around the boardroom table at Corporate Headquarters.Not by us, the people.Sometimes we're lucky, and a critter or &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/-FGwjrqprvY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5634635325278239514/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=5634635325278239514&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5634635325278239514?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5634635325278239514?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/-FGwjrqprvY/telus-critter-blogger-challenge-you_10.html" title="TELUS Critter Blogger Challenge - You Really OTTER Vote For Him!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9F5fsAhZ48/TdGmHtcOOeI/AAAAAAAAFco/al9byHNJ5yw/s72-c/otter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/telus-critter-blogger-challenge-you_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQ3c-fyp7ImA9WhZQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-7618932733031808079</id><published>2011-04-21T00:00:00.032-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:00:02.957-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T00:00:02.957-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Wild Stuff My Kids Say/Do" /><title>FIRETRUCK!</title><summary type="html">*** WARNING!!! ***This particular post DOES contain a few swear/curse words.If these types of expressions offend you, you might want to leave.Thanks. I try not to swear in front of the boys.I'm not always successful.When I do curse, I attempt to keep it to 'damn', or 'shit', unless the boys aren't around.Then? Sometimes, I curse like a sailor! Just because I CAN!One of my funniest memories of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/sDXo1FWA-gQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7618932733031808079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=7618932733031808079&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/7618932733031808079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/7618932733031808079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/sDXo1FWA-gQ/firetruck.html" title="FIRETRUCK!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/tGpLHj-MVtk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/firetruck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcER3c5eip7ImA9WhZQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-6455630661319656117</id><published>2011-04-19T00:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:00:06.922-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T00:00:06.922-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange But True" /><title>Hello, Officer. Are You Looking For Me?</title><summary type="html">On Saturday, Alec and I were in the backyard, picking up 'stuff'. He had played the second game of his basketball provincials that morning, and had another game that afternoon, so we were trying to tackle some of the 'winter mess' in the backyard in between. We were over by the garage. He was putting away the small items like hockey sticks and shovels, and I was gathering up small pieces of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/yKouxoOsEYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6455630661319656117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=6455630661319656117&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6455630661319656117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6455630661319656117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/yKouxoOsEYw/hello-officer-are-you-looking-for-me.html" title="Hello, Officer. Are You Looking For Me?" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omUmXWMgsnI/Tat_xqwx16I/AAAAAAAAFb4/5jwFvdF1WLo/s72-c/COPS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-officer-are-you-looking-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGRHo-fyp7ImA9WhZQEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-5500201582172732652</id><published>2011-04-17T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:37:05.457-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-17T15:37:05.457-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Smells GOOD Dudden' It?</title><summary type="html">Something happened the other day, that has caused me to realized something about myself.Something I'm not necessarily proud of.For all my talk of always trying to 'do the right thing', I realized after this particular incident that I can assess a situation, decide something about it is wrong, and STILL walk away without saying or doing something.I suck.On Friday, I ran to Giant Tiger at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/Rvqj_5-T1fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5500201582172732652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=5500201582172732652&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5500201582172732652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5500201582172732652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/Rvqj_5-T1fc/smells-good-dudden-it_17.html" title="Smells GOOD Dudden' It?" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/smells-good-dudden-it_17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAARHw4fCp7ImA9WhZSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-8693861824342938547</id><published>2011-03-25T01:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:35:45.234-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-25T01:35:45.234-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Product / Service Reviews" /><title>I Took The Crest And Oral-B 3D White Challenge.  Pretty Sure I Got A B-</title><summary type="html">OK, so for those who aren't already aware, let's just get this over with now.I'm a smoker.Yes I know I shouldn't smoke.I'm 40yrs old. Of course I know I shouldn't.I've had a double lung surgery, have 15% less lungs, and what's left was stapled to my chest walls.Of course I know I shouldn't.I have two great kids to think about.Of course I know I shouldn't.I knew I shouldn't have started when I was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/-kGUfsIS4Vw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8693861824342938547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=8693861824342938547&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8693861824342938547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8693861824342938547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/-kGUfsIS4Vw/i-took-crest-and-oral-b-3d-white.html" title="I Took The Crest And Oral-B 3D White Challenge.  Pretty Sure I Got A B-" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKj6VcIzuZE/TYlaVAPx9XI/AAAAAAAAFbI/J4-zzCGbQr4/s72-c/Crest3D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-took-crest-and-oral-b-3d-white.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRnk_eyp7ImA9Wx9bGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-4374088702040020357</id><published>2011-02-28T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:34:27.743-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-28T00:34:27.743-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Yes, She's My Date.  NO, I'm NOT Sleeping With Her!</title><summary type="html">The first 'formal' party I attended, after the ex and I split, was the Holiday Party at work.Or as others call it, the Christmas Party.Each year, it's a similar event.Buffet meal, speeches and prizes, dance.Business casual / semi formal.Which of course translates into, 'a night to dress up, Ladies!'That first year, I brought a longtime guy friend as my date.He was 'safe'.And as it turned out, we &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/EthftsePSN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4374088702040020357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=4374088702040020357&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/4374088702040020357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/4374088702040020357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/EthftsePSN8/yes-shes-my-date-no-im-not-sleeping.html" title="Yes, She's My Date.  NO, I'm NOT Sleeping With Her!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwXuT9QpRsE/TWnql_M5vKI/AAAAAAAAFZo/LyOSxN-8z-8/s72-c/Christmas%2BParty12.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-shes-my-date-no-im-not-sleeping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNQH85fyp7ImA9Wx9bE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-9188708688041033839</id><published>2011-02-22T06:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:36:31.127-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-22T10:36:31.127-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange But True" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Just Another Sunday Night ... Callin' The Cops ...</title><summary type="html">Sunday evening, after dinner, Adam announced he was going to Bob's* house for a sleepover.I was OK with the spur of the moment-ness of it, because Bob* is a good friend who just lives 'down the road'.Good kid, good family.'See ya! Have fun at Bob's*!'About an hour after he'd left, he called home.'Mom? I just got a text message from Johnny*, and I'm scared.'Immediately my Mom Senses were &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/e7jeE_5YXhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9188708688041033839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=9188708688041033839&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/9188708688041033839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/9188708688041033839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/e7jeE_5YXhs/just-another-sunday-night-callin-cops.html" title="Just Another Sunday Night ... Callin' The Cops ..." /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-another-sunday-night-callin-cops.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQXs-cSp7ImA9Wx9bEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-5204721839290815734</id><published>2011-02-20T06:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:00:00.559-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T06:00:00.559-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Road Trips and Other Adventures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pets" /><title>Halifax Whistler 100 Walk -  Uniting Strangers, Dogs And Friends</title><summary type="html">On February 13th, at 1pm almost 100 dogs and their owners, assembled at the South entrance triangle, on the Halifax Common.The boys, Alec's friend Charles, Belle and I were five of them.Some of you may remember me mentioning the Walk for the Whistler 100, that I attempted to organize for Halifax.In six days.With a kennel club event going on, that would have hundreds of dogs and owners &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/B_KpYzhTTjA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5204721839290815734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=5204721839290815734&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5204721839290815734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5204721839290815734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/B_KpYzhTTjA/halifax-whistler-100-walk-uniting.html" title="Halifax Whistler 100 Walk -  Uniting Strangers, Dogs And Friends" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEc-5_E-BoA/TVtjhnM1DqI/AAAAAAAAFYA/tO02uR6iVNs/s72-c/Whistler%2BWalk53.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/halifax-whistler-100-walk-uniting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQXszeyp7ImA9Wx9UEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-3028637499113035490</id><published>2011-02-09T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:30:00.583-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T06:30:00.583-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange But True" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pets" /><title>Walking For The Whistler 100</title><summary type="html">Occasionally, I like to use this little Korner of the web to promote, or raise awareness for subjects that are near and dear to me.Most likely involving kids, or people in need.Today is another one of those days!Perhaps you are familiar with the incident at Outdoor Adventures, Whistler.The senseless slaughtering of the 100 sled dogs back in April, 2010.Surprisingly, the story is really only now &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/wY9vzyI8YrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3028637499113035490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=3028637499113035490&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3028637499113035490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3028637499113035490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/wY9vzyI8YrQ/walking-for-whistler-100.html" title="Walking For The Whistler 100" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/TVIsGfIclcI/AAAAAAAAFW4/z-oRsD3kG9c/s72-c/aaoaw%2Blogo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-for-whistler-100.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFQ305cCp7ImA9Wx9VFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-4879454495311066219</id><published>2011-02-01T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:20:12.328-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T12:20:12.328-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>See This?  THIS Is What 40 Looks Like!</title><summary type="html">See this?THIS is what 40 looks like.Yesterday was my birthday.I turned 40.OK, so maybe it looks more like this ...Alright! Alright! So it looks most often like this ...People act like turning 40 should be a big deal.Really? It was just like any other day.I did go out with family and friends the Friday night before my birthday, to celebrate.That was a GREAT time!I’m not sure why, but I felt very &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/FdGo_toeaTI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4879454495311066219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=4879454495311066219&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/4879454495311066219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/4879454495311066219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/FdGo_toeaTI/see-this-this-is-what-40-looks-like.html" title="See This?  THIS Is What 40 Looks Like!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/TUgZevBI9WI/AAAAAAAAFWU/qXsIBQGheRo/s72-c/pirate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-this-this-is-what-40-looks-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHQXs4cSp7ImA9Wx9WFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-6325407918848934589</id><published>2011-01-20T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:50:30.539-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-20T12:50:30.539-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange But True" /><title>Me And My Intuition, We’re Tight.  Me And My Telepathy, We're Tighter!</title><summary type="html">So many things in life cannot be explained.Things happen, for whatever reason, and we have no idea what powers of the universe were behind those events.I’m one of these people who believes there are always ‘forces’ behind what’s happening in the universe.And as many of you know, I also believe some of us are more in tune with those ‘forces’, whether they know it or not.I’ve always had strong &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/zZWpshtUWls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6325407918848934589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=6325407918848934589&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6325407918848934589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6325407918848934589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/zZWpshtUWls/me-and-my-intuition-were-tight-me-and.html" title="Me And My Intuition, We’re Tight.  Me And My Telepathy, We're Tighter!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-and-my-intuition-were-tight-me-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ESHYzfCp7ImA9Wx9XF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-6813860177754825394</id><published>2011-01-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:00:09.884-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T23:00:09.884-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Product / Service Reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Cold Stone Creamery, You DEFINITELY Kicked Fruitcake's Butt!!!</title><summary type="html">Shortly before Christmas, I received an email from a marketing rep for Cold Stone Creamery.Apparently, word that I absolutely CAN’T STAND fruitcake had made its way all the way to the corporate execs at Cold Stone, and they wanted to offer me an alternative the old holiday standard.Cold Stone Creamery Declares Death to Fruit Cake“Candy Cane Wonderland Cake The perfect combination of moist Devil’s&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/0jywn4DfoKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6813860177754825394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=6813860177754825394&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6813860177754825394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/6813860177754825394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/0jywn4DfoKk/cold-stone-creamery-you-definitely.html" title="Cold Stone Creamery, You DEFINITELY Kicked Fruitcake's Butt!!!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/TStlXhQCz9I/AAAAAAAAFVk/iZEE16vK2wQ/s72-c/Candy_Cane_Wonderland_r4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-stone-creamery-you-definitely.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENRXc6cCp7ImA9Wx9XFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-5254896251147226525</id><published>2011-01-08T00:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:01:34.918-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-08T04:01:34.918-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Road Trips and Other Adventures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Oh, Stephen King?  I'd Be Honoured If You'd Be My Tom Hanks!</title><summary type="html">For as long as I can remember, the only thing I wanted to do was write.In grade five, I wrote a play.The teacher liked it. I assembled a cast, we rehearsed, and then presented it to the class.Any old classmates out there happen to remember that?It was my first Stephen King-like attempt.Something about vampires and Transylvania. I can’t recall anything else about it, other than the fact it took &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/fkZz6HafoBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5254896251147226525/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=5254896251147226525&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5254896251147226525?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/5254896251147226525?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/fkZz6HafoBA/oh-stephen-king-id-be-honoured-if-youd.html" title="Oh, Stephen King?  I'd Be Honoured If You'd Be My Tom Hanks!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-stephen-king-id-be-honoured-if-youd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GQns6fip7ImA9Wx9XEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-3662342335268002511</id><published>2011-01-05T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:13:43.516-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-05T15:13:43.516-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>Dude, You'd Be LUCKY To Carry My Baggage!</title><summary type="html">Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to you all!We had a very quiet, and good Christmas in the Korner this year.Stayed home, opened presents, then drove a couple of hours to Mom’s for Christmas dinner with family.Good food, good company, good kids, good times!I also had visitors of my own over the holidays.Workers in my basement.No, the renovations have NOT officially started yet. And DON’T get me&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/9Fkr9Lc0cmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3662342335268002511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=3662342335268002511&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3662342335268002511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/3662342335268002511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/9Fkr9Lc0cmM/dude-youd-be-lucky-to-carry-my-baggage.html" title="Dude, You'd Be LUCKY To Carry My Baggage!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/TSSHjNOgBwI/AAAAAAAAFU8/xBimW5-O7EU/s72-c/boys%2B1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-youd-be-lucky-to-carry-my-baggage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUEQn4yfSp7ImA9Wx9SFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594561286281737773.post-661586649176286714</id><published>2010-12-03T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:00:03.095-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-03T19:00:03.095-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Strange But True" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion On Stuff" /><title>The Damn Stuff STILL Tastes Like Soap!</title><summary type="html">Do you remember Thrills gum?From when you were a kid?Cause honestly, I don't think any sane human being would eat this crap as an adult.Then again, to each his own crap I guess.I'm sure you tried this gum when you were a kid.Either because of its pretty purple colour, or because you were hoping that each time you popped one of those suckers into your mouth, the godawful taste outcome would be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/MZeJpZzrzTY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/661586649176286714/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=661586649176286714&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/661586649176286714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/661586649176286714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/MZeJpZzrzTY/damn-stuff-still-tastes-like-soap.html" title="The Damn Stuff STILL Tastes Like Soap!" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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butt on it at the moment).... in between flood and renovation stage, so it's really only the cement floor, and crappy drywall left.Huh? So? What do you do?You let your kids call 'The Boys' over for a little game of Basement Basketball!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKorner/~4/zsvSPOo1Puw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8987098448202068932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594561286281737773&amp;postID=8987098448202068932&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8987098448202068932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594561286281737773/posts/default/8987098448202068932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKorner/~3/zsvSPOo1Puw/basement-basketball-it-is.html" title="Basement Basketball It Is" /><author><name>Kim's Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12693166504226008907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/Sy2gkSElszI/AAAAAAAAE_8/OU-XQwnkywQ/S220/KimsKornerpic3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yC6NcZq9tg/TPR1nxLbIHI/AAAAAAAAFTo/T9aCyEdl0tk/s72-c/Basement%2BBasketball7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kimskorneradventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/basement-basketball-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

