<?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-204819322889273694</id><updated>2011-12-03T10:22:44.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Meant to be a Star</title><subtitle type='html'>the uncensored writings of Lynn Kidman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-2716974012433654163</id><published>2011-07-06T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:00:32.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey Anthony Case</title><summary type='text'>Casey Anthony: I know and I can understand why so many people are outraged about the results of the trial. But I must say, I think our justice system worked. See, jury selection was difficult particularly for this case because it was so high profile and so many American’s already had their minds made up. All of the people who are angry about the outcome, I’m willing to assume that they all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/2716974012433654163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/07/casey-anthony-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2716974012433654163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2716974012433654163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/07/casey-anthony-case.html' title='Casey Anthony Case'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-4160629787438096580</id><published>2011-05-05T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:05:11.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7x70 -- for my parents</title><summary type='text'>This is a newer song out by Chris August. Its called 7x70.I’ve been living in this house hereSince the day that I was bornThese walls have seen me happy But most of all they’ve seen me tornThey’ve heard the screaming matches That made a family fall apartThey’ve had a front row seatTo the breaking of my heart7 times 70 timesI’ll do what it takes to make it rightI thought the pain was here to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/4160629787438096580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/05/7x70-for-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4160629787438096580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4160629787438096580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/05/7x70-for-my-parents.html' title='7x70 -- for my parents'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-8295331554136068548</id><published>2011-03-31T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:21:45.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexuality -- My turn to speak</title><summary type='text'>This is going to offend people. Although my intentions are not of offend anyone. But I am tired of not being able to speak freely on the subject. Any time it comes up, I feel like if I give my opinion or say what I believe people will freak. I’ll be labeled as that intolerant, close minded judgmental, hypocritical Christian. The more the world calls us that, as Christians the more we shut down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/8295331554136068548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/homosexuality-my-turn-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8295331554136068548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8295331554136068548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/homosexuality-my-turn-to-speak.html' title='Homosexuality -- My turn to speak'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3034996106722297490</id><published>2011-03-18T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:25:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cinderella Analysis</title><summary type='text'>The Fairy tale adaptation essay I had to write for my Children's Literature class. First I want to start out by saying that I love Cinderella and my intent was not to totally bash Perrault. I love his works. But, it was supposed to be a "beyond the surface" analytical and critical paper. The title is a bit of a joke. As I was waiting outside my professor's door to meet with her about my draft, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3034996106722297490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-cinderella-analysis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3034996106722297490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3034996106722297490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-cinderella-analysis.html' title='Another Cinderella Analysis'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3234474590921186912</id><published>2011-03-03T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:46:27.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy things God is doing in my life: part 2</title><summary type='text'>Being used by God is such a strange thing because most of the time you aren’t even aware of it. I wrote in my last post that I kept trying to think of things to say to Paul, but nothing ever came. Everything that was said just sort of happened and when things that came out of my mouth or fingers affected him, I was shocked. I was sitting here watching his thoughts and feelings and heart change, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3234474590921186912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-things-god-is-doing-in-my-life_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3234474590921186912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3234474590921186912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-things-god-is-doing-in-my-life_03.html' title='The crazy things God is doing in my life: part 2'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3660818120314926200</id><published>2011-03-02T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:40:04.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy things God is doing in my life: part 1</title><summary type='text'>This all started about four weeks ago. It is going to take me awhile to catch you up to speed, but here is how it all got started: It is always weird when you are randomly thinking about someone and then you “bump” into them after not seeing them in forever. A few weeks ago I totally had one of those moments. I was laying in bed one night and for some reason I thought about a boy that I had dated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3660818120314926200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-things-god-is-doing-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3660818120314926200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3660818120314926200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-things-god-is-doing-in-my-life.html' title='The crazy things God is doing in my life: part 1'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-150592991093075577</id><published>2011-02-23T17:12:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:33:33.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day photo challenge -- part 1</title><summary type='text'>Right now I am in the middle of doing the 30 day photo challenge on facebook that I picked up from a few friends. It is actually kind of fun and thus far I have enjoyed doing it. I find the challenging part is not forgetting to do it but instead not doing all of the days at once. It has really made me think about some things in my life so far. I just posted the picture for day 16.Here are my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/150592991093075577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-photo-challenge-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/150592991093075577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/150592991093075577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-photo-challenge-part-1.html' title='30 day photo challenge -- part 1'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-9jIgNjAqQ/TWWGz2aFOYI/AAAAAAAAACI/0u49O7h6pag/s72-c/4157_1083443414921_1491420406_30270149_2875713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-6422911927787869905</id><published>2011-02-22T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:59:58.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and The Frog</title><summary type='text'>As you very well know, I love to write. So I would much rather write a paper than do any other kind of school assignment. Over the years I've gotten to write some really fun essays. This is one I wrote last spring for my Detective Fiction english class at Winthrop. Mostly, I really wanted to post something today but didn't feel that I had any worth while thoughts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/6422911927787869905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/princess-and-frog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6422911927787869905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6422911927787869905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/princess-and-frog.html' title='The Princess and The Frog'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-7354460266124131283</id><published>2011-02-19T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:15:04.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Names, words and Identities.</title><summary type='text'>Names, words and Identities. What makes us who we are? In his famous Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare wrote the lines: “Tis but thy name that is my enemy;      Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.      What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,      Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part      Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!      What's in a name? that which we call a rose      By any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/7354460266124131283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/names-words-and-identities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/7354460266124131283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/7354460266124131283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/names-words-and-identities.html' title='Names, words and Identities.'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3218476142317841430</id><published>2011-02-17T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:57:23.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few details</title><summary type='text'>Alright, as promised. A real blog post, a real update. I’ve gotten to grow up a lot since summer. I found out three weeks before school started that I didn’t get a housing spot at Clemson. My parents patted me on the back and said “it will be ok” and William and I drove up so I could find an apartment. This really was a big deal. Not living on campus, truly having to manage finances (which, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3218476142317841430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3218476142317841430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3218476142317841430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-details.html' title='A few details'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3449161605824350668</id><published>2011-02-16T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:20:57.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus and 7 month recap</title><summary type='text'>Hello world! I realize that I jumped off the blog ship pretty quickly. I have been so unbelievably busy. Here is a quick update. My first semester at Clemson went beautifully. My classes were so easy that I found myself with way too much free time and even started taking an interest in William’s studies. I have learned how to build and destroy a bridge out of balsa wood, the difference between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3449161605824350668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/hiatus-and-7-month-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3449161605824350668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3449161605824350668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2011/02/hiatus-and-7-month-recap.html' title='Hiatus and 7 month recap'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-8428341991568880891</id><published>2010-07-06T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:38:13.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Engagement Story</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I have been really really busy and I know it has been a few weeks since I have posted anything. But, I hope this will make up for it! Everyone was asking for the details of our engagement, so, here they are! William decided that he wanted to buy an engagement ring this summer while we were home and after a lot of discussion we decided that we would go together along with his mom and I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/8428341991568880891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-engagement-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8428341991568880891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8428341991568880891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-engagement-story.html' title='Our Engagement Story'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-5294964871840580923</id><published>2010-06-07T12:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:58:51.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight lost and Found</title><summary type='text'>Alright, my awaited public. I had been looking forward to posting the results of my weight loss success until yesterday morning. At the moment, I am dreading it. As of Saturday I had lost  2.2 pounds.  Since then, it seems that my body has gained some of that back due to personal reasons. Now, I know that if by any chance that anyone is really reading this, “personal reasons” is really vague and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/5294964871840580923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight-lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/5294964871840580923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/5294964871840580923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight-lost-and-found.html' title='Weight lost and Found'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-4459957275885193449</id><published>2010-06-03T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:50:52.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>undocumented but not without Identities</title><summary type='text'>Illegal Immigration.  Ladies, you know how you wear those shoes even though they rub your skin because they are just so cute. Then, that raw spot on your foot becomes worse and worse during the day and you try to do little things to make it feel better but you refuse to take them off because they match your outfit perfectly. That little raw spot doesn’t even blister, the skin is just gone. After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/4459957275885193449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/undocumented-but-not-without-identies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4459957275885193449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4459957275885193449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/undocumented-but-not-without-identies.html' title='undocumented but not without Identities'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-1028290372780847148</id><published>2010-06-01T11:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:16:50.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Experiment</title><summary type='text'>Weight loss. UUUUGGGGHHHH! I have about 20 lbs I would like to lose and I am tired of hearing “diet and exercise” because no one every tells me what that really means. Even hearing “watch what you eat” doesn’t help much. Everyone always watches what they eat, I can say this because I know a lot of people and I  don’t know any one in the habit of eating with their eyes closed. But seriously, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/1028290372780847148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight-loss-experiment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/1028290372780847148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/1028290372780847148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight-loss-experiment.html' title='Weight Loss Experiment'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-2140514806618244766</id><published>2010-05-31T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:29:25.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up Part Two</title><summary type='text'>Growing up. Reinventing. Making over and starting over. It really feels good. Part two.I already reported in part one that my clothing tastes had changed and that I was tired of always wearing jeans on a daily basis. A lot of my clothes were just really immature. I got rid of all of those and am on a mission to start my wardrobe over. I can’t really do a lot of shopping yet because I don’t start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/2140514806618244766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-part-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2140514806618244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2140514806618244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-part-two.html' title='Growing up Part Two'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-4401740156136900152</id><published>2010-05-31T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:19:36.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up Part One</title><summary type='text'>Growing up. De-cluttering. Reorginizing. Making over and Staring over. Part one!Not long after my mom, dad, brother and myself moved here by parents split up. Long long complicated story (that I don’t think my parents would be happy if I posted on the internet) short, my mom ended up getting married to our neighbor across the street. The move was a very easy one. We moved in laundry baskets. I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/4401740156136900152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4401740156136900152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/4401740156136900152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-part-one.html' title='Growing up Part One'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-635190504295569621</id><published>2010-05-18T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:51:36.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funding for Therapeutic Cloning</title><summary type='text'>A revolutionary breakthrough in science has created a worldwide stir and shows much promise for the medical world. Scientists have discovered a way to create what one could call a magic band-aid for the human body. Because the procedure is still new and being developed, most of the testing is still being conducted on laboratory animals, however, the majority of the human procedures that have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/635190504295569621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/funding-for-therapeutic-cloning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/635190504295569621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/635190504295569621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/funding-for-therapeutic-cloning.html' title='Funding for Therapeutic Cloning'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-6035407713404602577</id><published>2010-05-14T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:54:19.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood and Alex's Message</title><summary type='text'>I am a Delta Zeta (lambda sigma are my girls!) and if there is one thing that sisterhood has taught me, it is love. Not just any kind of love, but, unconditional love. The idea of loving girls before you really get to know them, just because they are your sisters, trusting other sisters to love you just because you are their sisters, loving new babies before you know them because they want to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/6035407713404602577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/sisterhood-and-alexs-message.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6035407713404602577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6035407713404602577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/sisterhood-and-alexs-message.html' title='Sisterhood and Alex&apos;s Message'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3134771599361192498</id><published>2010-05-13T11:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:28:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poogen's Porch date</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so, as I sit here eating my leftovers for lunch I have decided that I just have to write about our date last night. It was so funny because we don't get "dates" very often. We have been together long enough that the normal dinner out or movie or whatever else we do is not considered a "date" and the last few times we have gone out on a real date they have been slightly awkward, unrefined and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3134771599361192498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/poogens-porch-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3134771599361192498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3134771599361192498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/poogens-porch-date.html' title='Poogen&apos;s Porch date'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-1714048767201720115</id><published>2010-05-13T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:23:09.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Analytics</title><summary type='text'>Yea, I know. I never posted the second post that I said I was going to post the other day. I have been really busy with all this cleaning and cooking and going out on wonderful dates to Poogan's Porch in down town Charleston with William.So, the boyfriend set me up using google's Analytics a few weeks ago and I absolutely love it! It very high powered and gives me far more information than I know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/1714048767201720115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/google-analytics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/1714048767201720115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/1714048767201720115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/google-analytics.html' title='Google Analytics'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-8012396023980268734</id><published>2010-05-11T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:57:01.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College is Easy</title><summary type='text'>I have two separate topics and I don’t really want them to be on the same post.  I have been avoiding writing more than one post a day. It just seems like a weird thing to do. However, because it is two entirely different topics and the first one is more of just a very short comment I will leave them separate today and post twice.  I just wanted to let anyone who might be reading this know that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/8012396023980268734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-is-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8012396023980268734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/8012396023980268734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-is-easy.html' title='College is Easy'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3759933793902712039</id><published>2010-05-10T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:03:27.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Thoughs</title><summary type='text'>I have been babysitting for Jill for a few years now. Her kids are great and I love them. Normally, I am an active fighter against letting the t.v. do my job as far as baby sitting goes and I do not let children sit mindlessly in front of a screen for hours at a time. But Jill is always buying the kids new movies and they are often movies that I wanted to see but had not gotten to yet, so, over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3759933793902712039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-thoughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3759933793902712039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3759933793902712039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-thoughs.html' title='Movie Thoughs'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3559831317653217304</id><published>2010-05-07T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:32:06.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble on the Home Front</title><summary type='text'>Relationships. Ugh. William and I have been together a little over  5 ½ years now and it is funny how  much we have changed and grown because of each other, for the better. We have noticed and have had pointed out to us over the years that we tend to go through some of the same stages that married couples do. We have taken a lot of advice from our parents and many other wiser wedded couples to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3559831317653217304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/trouble-on-home-front.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3559831317653217304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3559831317653217304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/trouble-on-home-front.html' title='Trouble on the Home Front'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-6929470708094215684</id><published>2010-05-06T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:00:28.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Mission</title><summary type='text'>Two years of college done. While it has gone by quickly, it also feels as if I have put in more than just two years. I feel like I should have at least three done. Anyways, I have a mission and I must complete it before I start work on June 1st. I am cleaning my room. Not just cleaning it, but I am throwing away, giving away and getting rid of stuff anyone way that I can. I have at least 16 years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/6929470708094215684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6929470708094215684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6929470708094215684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-mission.html' title='Summer Mission'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-6447231760815030764</id><published>2010-05-06T12:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:58:48.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Senior Will</title><summary type='text'>As I was packing up on Tuesday, many of the people that I got to say good bye to were my sisters. I just kept running into them everywhere! I was so thankful to be able to hug some of them and wish them well. I wish I could have said good bye to my little; I worry about not being able to be a good big. Anyways, because I was not leaving due to graduating I was not a part of our special senior </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/6447231760815030764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-was-packing-up-on-tuesday-many-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6447231760815030764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/6447231760815030764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-was-packing-up-on-tuesday-many-of.html' title='Not so Senior Will'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3220449609425888324</id><published>2010-05-04T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:49:02.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to a college dining hall</title><summary type='text'>since I am moving out today and will [hopefully]never have to eat in thompson again, I have a few words I would like to say.Dear Thompson,YOU SUCK! First of all, do not put non-morning people to work the early morning breakfast shift. Those ladies just piss everyone off. Oh, and Ms. Louis is a very....kind woman, but it really should be in the dress code that facial hair is for men only, and even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3220449609425888324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/letters-to-college-dining-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3220449609425888324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3220449609425888324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/letters-to-college-dining-hall.html' title='Letters to a college dining hall'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-3969564560345790109</id><published>2010-05-03T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:24:42.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning Issued</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I should be studying for my education final tomorrow. I should also be packing my room up so my mom and William won't have to do quite so much work while I am studying tomorrow. But, I am really tired and have lost all motivation to do anything. I will admit, though I don't want to. I am a little sad to leave this room. It has been mine for two years now and it is the biggest room I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/3969564560345790109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/warning-issued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3969564560345790109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/3969564560345790109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/warning-issued.html' title='Warning Issued'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-5233757782432080030</id><published>2010-05-03T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:40:01.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Meant to be a Star</title><summary type='text'>When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be a star. No,no, not like, a movie star or anyone famous. Like, ligit. I wanted to be a star. When I was about 4 I was informed, by a family member that I will not name, that stars were not alive, they were burning balls of gas and I could not grow up to be one. However, to this day I am in love with them. At home, as childish as it seems, my entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/5233757782432080030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-meant-to-be-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/5233757782432080030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/5233757782432080030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-meant-to-be-star.html' title='Not Meant to be a Star'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-2237974738706138164</id><published>2010-05-03T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:52:52.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"</title><summary type='text'>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder --  this little “fact” about life my dear friends is crap. Some things are beautiful and some things are not. I mean, really, who doesn’t stop and look at or point out a rainbow to everyone around them or talk about it later when they have seen one? And I don’t care how much you may dislike the snow, from time to time the freshly fallen frosty powder sparkling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/2237974738706138164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-is-in-eyes-of-beholder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2237974738706138164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/2237974738706138164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-is-in-eyes-of-beholder.html' title='&quot;Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder&quot;'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204819322889273694.post-7775173149562047265</id><published>2010-05-01T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:46:02.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blending in and some other tangents</title><summary type='text'>Writing. Honest writing -- I have been away from you for far far too long, my dearest friend. I guess over the past two years I have learned that I am not as important as I once thought I was. Not in a sad or depressing, "everyone hates me no one loves me" type of way, but the honest lets face it truth is, only a few people in this world are or have ever been truly significant. I am not nor will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/feeds/7775173149562047265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/blending-in-and-some-other-tangents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/7775173149562047265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204819322889273694/posts/default/7775173149562047265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnkidman.blogspot.com/2010/05/blending-in-and-some-other-tangents.html' title='Blending in and some other tangents'/><author><name>Lynn Kidman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247479282500770098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYHNoM9Tnzs/S986Zh9I3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8OGH8uZ1yE/S220/name+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
