<?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-7379008</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:23:02.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>k8's escapades</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-114231354269711197</id><published>2006-03-13T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:19:02.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meeces in pieces</title><content type='html'>my parent's house had 2 visitors last week--mickey and minnie...they had invaded the house--evan and i heard a rumbling under the tread mill and knew whe had some uninvited visitors..my friend Lou came in from San Diego...minutes before going to bed, cathy k yelped...a mouse in the house!  In the morning I awoke to my father yelling as usual..i was staying in the wood so Lou could get a true understanding of the insanity of my family--so my father screams up to me, "Kate, i left some mice traps--make sure they are strategically placed!"  what? "Kate...make sure they are strategically placed! &lt;br /&gt;So i get the traps--put a dollop of peanut butteron all 4 of them and place them "strategically" around the house..&lt;br /&gt;Lou and I went to the ville and i get a call from my mother.."Mission Accomplished.." hilarious..one mouse gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home that Sunday and my dad filled me in on the detes..not 1 but 2 mice had been caught...(not received well by cathyk) my dad says, "they always have a buddy with them...and i am not letting anything in my house that doesn't pay rent!" brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part? my dad decided to put the mouse out of its wriggling misery and step on him...not realizing that he had just stepped on a glue trap with a wriggling mouse under his shoe..i think swearing ensued but i was praised for my strategic placement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Peta: no meeces were harmed in the making of this blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-114231354269711197?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/114231354269711197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=114231354269711197' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/114231354269711197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/114231354269711197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2006/03/meeces-in-pieces.html' title='meeces in pieces'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-113875330874519510</id><published>2006-01-31T19:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:21:48.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top celebs who just need to go away...</title><content type='html'>We are inundtaed by celebs lately--here are the celebs i feel should take themselves and stick themselves in between Shadow Stevens and Madame from Solid Gold.."I'll Take Jessica Simpson for the block..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamie Foxx---Heyyyyyyyyy Hoooooooo--You gotta go...Everyone knows you played Ray Charles like ten years ago--now get the f outta here...Notice how he sings or drops hints about his upcoming album...everytime he sees a teleprompter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris Hilton-That's Hot--You are such a slut...end of story--take you rail thin ass and get outta Sundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jessica Simpson--I am so happy we are seeing her real talent--working for Pizza Hut--"these bites are made for poppin?  Nice career move Creepy Papa Joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ashlee Simpson-For too many obvious reasons--I wish that manager from McDonalds clocked her in the giant nose with a 6 piece McNugget--you spoiled rich kid--leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Joel Madden (Good Charlotte) Any celeb I see at Sundance grabbing millions of dollars of stuff from Sundance makes me sick--why don't you give your Craporola 50000 to someone in Mississipi so they can call their family members....Word of advice to the kids today--you are not listening to good music---if you think Fall Out Boy and Good Charlotte are good--our future is doomed--rip into some of your parents vinyl or better yet put in a Men at Work cassette tape--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lindsay Lohan-We get it--you want to be a serious actress--your life is fucked up--cry  me a river--people are starving in Africa....and apparently LA too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oprah--the Golden Goddess--Oprah, you never do anything wrong--everyone bow to you--someone from Boston made up a rumor that Oprah was injured and in the hospital due to excessive patting (herself on the back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tori Spelling-ummm...why do you even have a second boyfriend? you cheated on your first husband--now engaged--and on top of being a lying cheater you look like your dad in a wig--oooh too low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to get off my chest--if we eliminate  these overexposed celebs--it will leave room for the Phililip Seymour Hoffmans, Paul Giamattis and Cate Blanchetts of the world--real talent, real class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-113875330874519510?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/113875330874519510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=113875330874519510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113875330874519510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113875330874519510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-celebs-who-just-need-to-go-away.html' title='Top celebs who just need to go away...'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-113875219429931145</id><published>2006-01-31T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:03:14.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/2053/640/madamism.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/2053/320/madamism.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could turn back tiyommmme...i would like to take Madame for the block...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-113875219429931145?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/113875219429931145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=113875219429931145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113875219429931145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113875219429931145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-could-turn-back-tiyommmme.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-113647766358332143</id><published>2006-01-05T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:14:23.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new yeeez!</title><content type='html'>Now, New Years i believe is an overrated holiday--someone is always having a better time than you and there is always something bad something going on with your own bad self.  In the past I have been sick, dumped, almost arrested and got into a fight.  This year I experienced 2 of the 4.  I loved the company i was with on new year's my own flesh and blood--however, when we arrived at "da club" i literally felt like i was in the Playboy Mansion.  I have never seen so many fake boobs in one place--it's sad when you and your sister in law have the only real ones in the house...i took off for a while--hung out with some kids from melrose, was so wrapped up with the mirror wall that i almost walked into it and shattered, and i almost missed the countdown with my bro and sis in law--i drank wayyyyyy to much champagne and apparently lept over a couch, like OJ in the Hertz commercial, to make the ball drop...i have fun 364 days a year--i truly do--i am not going out next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I realized New Years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fake boobs dont look so great on 80 lb frames.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing a see thru camisole doesnt look so great..&lt;br /&gt;3. Wearing a suitjacket (me) made me feel like Winona Judd&lt;br /&gt;4. I still love the smell of Drakaar--it is so an aphrodisiac&lt;br /&gt;5. I realized that i had a huge crush on Coc&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kroach from the Cosby Show--&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes it's better to stick to the things that you normally do on the weekends-like drink PBR and see bands&lt;br /&gt;7. The club girls from Boston will die before me from tanorexia and plastic overload..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Yeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i got into a fight with my cabbie--i almost jumped out of the cab Chip's style..and i didnt even start it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-113647766358332143?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/113647766358332143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=113647766358332143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113647766358332143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113647766358332143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-yeeez.html' title='happy new yeeez!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-113348950440674336</id><published>2005-12-01T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:11:44.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your terrible, mariel!</title><content type='html'>yeah i know i havent "blogged" in a while---i have been inundated by heavy drinking, holiday fun and good friends.  Things have been very good--jess and nick broke up--now tell me how a guy can listen to a woman squak all day like an asshole--i been i know jess is "hot" in some eyes..but come on...when it comes down to  making change on the t--shes screwed, laddie!  she don't got it and soon she will be working at taco bell and be screwed...like i told megz earlier jess and ashlee are two blinks away from being n the center square in hollywood squares between madame from solid gold and balky from perfect strangers...nick was the smart one--they didnt sign a pre-nup--must have been a blonde moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays to all that have helped me out thru this tumultous year-- i love you all..now get me an ipod for xmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-113348950440674336?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/113348950440674336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=113348950440674336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113348950440674336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113348950440674336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-terrible-mariel.html' title='your terrible, mariel!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-113080039218329246</id><published>2005-10-31T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:13:12.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart robert englund</title><content type='html'>is it bad that i have a crush on the actor who plays freddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i do and i dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-113080039218329246?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/113080039218329246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=113080039218329246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113080039218329246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/113080039218329246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-heart-robert-englund.html' title='i heart robert englund'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112839719778330671</id><published>2005-10-03T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:39:57.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more dadisms</title><content type='html'>1. "evan never ever become a clown..they pay you in fake money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. after i asked my dad how i looked before i went out he said, "you look real snazzy for a two-bit divorced person..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. after telling my dad that i am fun to hang out with , "yeah you're a great kid, but you dont put out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. after seeing a rotund woman running on the street..he pointed and i said "dad, at least she is running" and he said, "yeah, she should have started running 180lbs ago..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's mi pop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112839719778330671?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112839719778330671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112839719778330671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112839719778330671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112839719778330671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-dadisms.html' title='more dadisms'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112796036495117738</id><published>2005-09-28T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:19:24.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>remdog, glass eating &amp; growing an inch</title><content type='html'>i have seen remdog three times--i say hello to him every time--he scuffles by me and grunts...i must not be his type..blonde and 23...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long lost friend, Bill "the great Pendu" ate glass while eating Legal Seafoods takeout...he called up Legals and they really didnt care...Bill's father told him that "people at the carnival eat glass all the time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew an inch this week--i know im 31..but three people came up to me and said that i look taller...and i went to try a pair of jeans on that were really long for me.tried them on this week--perfect!  my friend chris who hasnt seen me in 12 years claimed that i was 5'4, 5'7" with bangs (he remembers me from the big bang years).....still growing @ 31?  it pays to be a late bloomer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112796036495117738?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112796036495117738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112796036495117738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112796036495117738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112796036495117738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/remdog-glass-eating-growing-inch.html' title='remdog, glass eating &amp; growing an inch'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112788125521538078</id><published>2005-09-28T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:20:55.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings that i detest</title><content type='html'>Being in corporate america in what seemed forever...i have my most hated sayings...here's a go at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "FYI" (for your information)this red headed nightmare (not me) used to come up and say "FYI" kate..blah blah blah...hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LOL-i hate it when people actually use it conversations like "yeah, i was totally like "LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "She's/he's good people" or "She/he is a good egg."  I dont even think that is grammatically correct...people should just drive themsleves to the nursing home while saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "It's all good" "you go Girl" :Schizzle my nizzle.."anytime a white girl/guy tries to prove they have soul or a connection to the hood...its honestly quite embarrasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "i'm gellin like magellan" "i'm off like a prom dress" --who is the marketing dept for these in soles...they need to be shot...although i hate these, "i'm heading out like a baby" is quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Snail Mail--what brain surgeon made this up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No big whoop...Stuart Smalley..anything that is overquoted from SNL...like when people say "yeah, he totally is my boyfriend...NOT!" Sorry to inform you but Wayne's World came out like 10 years ago..oh yeah overused movie quotes are the worst..."ALRIGHTY THEN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "He/she shit the bed!"--i dont need to know about your bowels while doing biz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112788125521538078?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112788125521538078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112788125521538078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112788125521538078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112788125521538078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/sayings-that-i-detest.html' title='Sayings that i detest'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112779247788131959</id><published>2005-09-26T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:41:17.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some awesome things that happened to me this past weekend...</title><content type='html'>1. i was walking in my neighborhood in somerville wearing an ac/dc shirt--and a 10 year old gave me the horns...you can't get anymore rock than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. while attempting to become the girl who dances with bryan setzer in the stray cats' "sexy at 17" video, i was twirled out of control and took out a coffee table with a very graceful landing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  While entering a bar this weekend, the dj was playing michael jackson's "beat it..." there were two women on the dance floor attempting to do the moonwalk when colleen and i staged a "dance off" a la britney vs. justin.  After a twirl and a split, the broads were gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Screaming "Pour Some Sugar on Me" only to be cut mid song by the DJ...a loud applause soon followed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My grandfather claiming he puts crazy glue on his dentures because "he likes the taste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112779247788131959?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112779247788131959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112779247788131959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112779247788131959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112779247788131959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-awesome-things-that-happened-to.html' title='some awesome things that happened to me this past weekend...'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112718222998076134</id><published>2005-09-19T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:10:29.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dadisms 4</title><content type='html'>When i asked him for a ride recently he said "You're going to be pounding the Hushpuppy Highway tonite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat of a good luck charm with the Sox (except if I actually go the game.)  My dad says to me tonite, "you better work that magic of yours...this team sucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was at a wedding the other nite..he told me he was "doing the funky chicken" on the dancefloor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he talks about a person who is white trash..his word for them is "a grundy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's 5 bux...Why don't you go to 7-11 and knock yourself out!" (Quote from my father after Colleen came over the first time to meet my family when i was 12--my dad put us to work and made us rake/bag the entire yard...he slipped us 5 bucks to split at Sevs...ahh grape slushs, lollies and butterfingers!  I almost lost Colleen as a friend that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to talk about Evan when he was little..he would say, "you know how you run with your feet and smell with your nose?  With Evan, his nose runs and his feet smell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to take Colleen and i to the Cape when we are in high school.  We used to hate to go because we missed our friends and we would rather hang in D'angelo's parking lot and smoke Capri cigarettes.  To beat Friday nite traffic, we would pick Colleen up at midnite...my dad would eat a whole bag of Salt N Vinegar Cape Cod potato chips, have every single window down in the car and would blare either Bob Seger Live , Jimmy Buffett or Van Morrison on 20!!!  My fave quote of my dad to this date is...my dad puts his arms around Colleen and me, stands in front of the ocean and screams,&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, in life, you might have a great job, a wonderful family, a great house, but this is what it is all about...getting back to Paradise!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's kinda right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112718222998076134?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112718222998076134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112718222998076134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112718222998076134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112718222998076134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/dadisms-4.html' title='dadisms 4'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112688670133920757</id><published>2005-09-16T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:05:01.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things overheard @ the sox game last nite...</title><content type='html'>"dude, dont fahget--we gotta get Fonzi a steak &amp; cheese" ( i wish i was making this one up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you say skirt?" (some drunk dude in front of me in the beer line who heard me talking about my scar..") after i told him i said "scar" instead of "skirt"  he said "well can i see your scar then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look at her sheeert--it sayz im a wreck fer tek!!!! (drunk older ladee in the stands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thats where they play baseball!" (a girl telling a guy why there was such a crowd near fenway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"honey, i dont care if the pope is pitching tonite--no ones comin'-i got tix at face value because of the rain and its thersday! (a scalper who decided to talk to me--he then proceeded to break into a 98 degrees song a la Nick Lachey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is that millah lite?"  (some dude just standing in front of anna and i just staring at our beers for minutes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112688670133920757?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112688670133920757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112688670133920757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112688670133920757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112688670133920757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-overheard-sox-game-last-nite.html' title='things overheard @ the sox game last nite...'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112681053868543496</id><published>2005-09-15T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:55:38.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best bday evah!</title><content type='html'>i want to thank my friends and family for the best bday evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following presents i received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red sox beater&lt;br /&gt;a stolen rock from johnny cash's house&lt;br /&gt;best of vh and new shirt&lt;br /&gt;the the cd and a dashboard jesus&lt;br /&gt;beautiful green bracelet&lt;br /&gt;tix to u2 at madison sq garden&lt;br /&gt;sox tix&lt;br /&gt;badabing shirt&lt;br /&gt;star lamp&lt;br /&gt;party @ sligo w/conronas &amp; jukebox tune esp "Unchained" by VH&lt;br /&gt;cards/emails/calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have the best friends/fam in the world?  yes i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112681053868543496?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112681053868543496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112681053868543496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112681053868543496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112681053868543496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-bday-evah.html' title='best bday evah!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112666895474200557</id><published>2005-09-13T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:35:54.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dadisms 3</title><content type='html'>1. I feel like the bottom of a bird cahge!" (usually after a night of scotch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Sorry monkey, i aint got no more nanas!" (thats what he used to tell us to say to bullies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "fine, i wont even say hello to you then..(after a sleepy kate ignored dad's screaming on why the red sox were getting slaughtered in the 5th inning..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4."what do you think this is Anyhow? (i think that is when we leave stuff around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "who do you think i am mr. tagaliere? (referring to the janitor at Mattapan grammar-he usually is saying this when he is picking something up-which he rarely does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Watch me do the fancy dan from Mattapan" (his signature basketball move which is a layup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Norwood, is the hub of the universe!" ( i thought it was Boston, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "If you see someone walking down a Norwood street between 6a -9a--their crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How would you like to be the third person in on that conversation!?" (when he sees 2 crazy people from Norwood talking to each other)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112666895474200557?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112666895474200557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112666895474200557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112666895474200557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112666895474200557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/dadisms-3.html' title='dadisms 3'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112666823543996796</id><published>2005-09-13T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:23:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>matt damon</title><content type='html'>ripped from my claws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn u luciana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will meet again, matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take cahre, skylah" (boston accent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112666823543996796?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112666823543996796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112666823543996796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112666823543996796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112666823543996796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/matt-damon.html' title='matt damon'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112605570407451170</id><published>2005-09-06T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:15:04.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother adam</title><content type='html'>adam and i would brawl with each other over and over since we were babies...after Adam came hoem from teh hospital, my mum found me in his crib biting his fingers...fast forward to when we were 5 and adam (who has the biggest cranium of anyone i know) slammed into me...to this day i have a cracked skull..when i was in high school, adam was making fun of me and flipped me over my bed backwards..i got up like Mike Myers from Halloween and punched him out--he was out cold for appox 5 minutes--my mum and dad were having people over and quietly called for my mum..she came up the stairs and screamed, "what the hell is going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another time when adam thought it was a great idea to throw a 2 liter bottle of coke at my head when i wasnt looking...my mother wouldnt take me to the hospital because adam was in the hospital that week...and now i am  a hideous gargoyle...with a scar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam and i went to college together--he used to streak the quad in a Bart Simpson mask...and his nickname was Speedy, apparently after a quick sex romp...i woul d have to wait in line to get into his parties because he was mr. bmoc...i found out the other nite that one nite he was drunk...a girl was coming donw the street on her bike and he clotheslined her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam made me do a 6 ft bong hit off a bunk bed and dropped me off at colleen's..def not in good shape...my mum gave us boxing gloves for xmas and we would come home from break and actually use them on each other..one night i was going out, all dressed up and adam turned the sink hose on me...i grabbed him by his neck, kicked him in the balls and threw him in the closet...my mum screamed, "you are 20 years old!  i cant take this!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dont get me wrong..adam is the best kid in the entire world..he is a changed man now--he dresses like Kanye and hangs in the South End w/ his wife Marci...i will be eternnally grateful&lt;br /&gt; for all the scars and conditions he has given me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112605570407451170?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112605570407451170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112605570407451170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112605570407451170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112605570407451170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-brother-adam.html' title='my brother adam'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112605425867855636</id><published>2005-09-06T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:50:58.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more dadisms</title><content type='html'>1. "when i was living in la i was getting laid more than Frank Sinatra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "with a face like that you need to show your boobs... (woman on espn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is a guy who "can't get enough of that funky stuff..." = (sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Kate, are into the occult?" (observing my fascination with Haunted Houses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Kate, you are an educated woman!" (My dad's reaction to me reading US Weekly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for dadisms 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112605425867855636?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112605425867855636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112605425867855636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112605425867855636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112605425867855636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-dadisms.html' title='more dadisms'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112544531091496455</id><published>2005-08-30T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:41:50.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dadisms</title><content type='html'>My dad has a couple of quotes that i live by...i love them and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who do you think I am Joe Shit the Ragman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kate, a ham sandwich can get laid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The only ass he is getting is if he puts his hand in his back pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I am talking about a celebrity and the hatred i have for him/her he cries, "Kate, he doesn't even know who you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Most recently I was down on myself and he says to me, "Kate your beautiful, your smart, your funny and you have a rack that won't quit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my dad (and not in the Joe Simpson kinda way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112544531091496455?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112544531091496455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112544531091496455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112544531091496455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112544531091496455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/08/dadisms.html' title='dadisms'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112544434541475010</id><published>2005-08-30T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:25:45.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scott stapp and me</title><content type='html'>i was out the other nite at a show and i am with my friend jonny..i go to get some beers and this guy comes up to me looking like scott stapp (sp) from Creed.  He literally uses the line, "do u come here often?"  Now, i hate Scott Stapp from Creed and I think i am just venting my frustrations out on him...i got back to the table and Jonny was like, "how's Scott doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen was once at a wedding and the groom got down on his knees and was belting out "With Arms Wide Open."  She told me that everyone was crying because it was so beautiful but she had to excuse herself because she was peeing herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back--its been a long time bloggers...im here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dan tobin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112544434541475010?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112544434541475010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112544434541475010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112544434541475010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112544434541475010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/08/scott-stapp-and-me.html' title='scott stapp and me'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112318270623837131</id><published>2005-08-04T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:11:46.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Littlest!!! Save the Littlest in Boston!</title><content type='html'>I just found out today that they are closing the Littlest Bar in Boston.  Some stupid businesman is putting up condos!  I say lets put together a petition to save the Littlest bar!  If no one out there knows about the Littlest, its a tiny pub in Downtown Crossing that holds about 40 people-squeezing in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first bar I got into in Boston.  I was with Colleen, sister Court and her then boyfriend Scott.  We met some Irish guy named Rufus who saw that we were drinking Rolling Rock and exclaimed, "why the hell are u drinking that piss?  they shoud call it hurling rock!"  Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time my friends from NYC came into town and my friend Erica called me at my apt to let me know that she was at the Littlest.  I missed her call--Erica is 100 % Portugese in an Irish bar--I called the Littlest--told the bartender to scream Erica's name.   "Erica, Kate's on the phone! (insert Irish accent) She was mortified!  She said "how the hell ldid u find me? " and i replied, "there's like 5 people in there!"  Its easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave memories are being in the Littlest bathroom and the payphone ringing..meeting up w/bri &amp; charlotte after time apart, boozing w/the locals with my nyc friends, receiving a warm welcome from teh irish gents and my friend John the bartender after returning home from California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there has similar experiences..or would like to "Save the Littlest"  get in touch with me--it's too special to give up that easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112318270623837131?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112318270623837131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112318270623837131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112318270623837131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112318270623837131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/08/save-littlest-save-littlest-in-boston.html' title='Save the Littlest!!! Save the Littlest in Boston!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112279004184693201</id><published>2005-07-31T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:07:21.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/ev%20and%20will.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/ev%20and%20will.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Talk and Evan-O mi Dios!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112279004184693201?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112279004184693201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112279004184693201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112279004184693201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112279004184693201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/07/willy-talk-and-evan-o-mi-dios.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112278986537736377</id><published>2005-07-31T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:04:25.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/pat140%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/pat140%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Patrick fighting crime all over the "wood and in the hood!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112278986537736377?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112278986537736377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112278986537736377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112278986537736377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112278986537736377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/07/evan-and-patrick-fighting-crime-all.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112278972709587239</id><published>2005-07-31T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:02:07.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of willy talk and jordan knight</title><content type='html'>i know it's been a long time--i have bee working like "hey mon" for a long time and i am just sitting down to write now--willy talk is back---i came home friday to find willy talk, the indian dummy, in my bed, arms behind his head--this time to my horror, i ripped back the sheets and found that he was being pleasured by my stuffed NKOTB doll, jordan knight-this stuffed doll was given to me by my bff colleen--jordan is dressed in a striped suit with spats and an awesome ratail...i screamed for my mother and she came up the stairs and told evan that if he does this one more time, she is calling the cops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends saw jordan @ the linwood in boston (my ol stomping ground) popping and locking to a metal band...that made me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, evan made up a tv show called "studs" that is a cop show with him and patrick swayze...when am i moving again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112278972709587239?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112278972709587239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112278972709587239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112278972709587239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112278972709587239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/07/return-of-willy-talk-and-jordan-knight.html' title='the return of willy talk and jordan knight'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-112010762198454199</id><published>2005-06-30T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:00:21.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm definitely not a virgin</title><content type='html'>When I was in second grade, I was at the lunch table and someone asked me if i was a "virgin."  I whipped around and screamed, "i'm definitely not a virgin!"  Awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in elementary school used to tell me that they would climb a ladder in the middle of the night and watch me sleep naked...that is definitely not true..eanyonewho has ever been in a bed with me knows that i wear a snowsuit to bed...probably due to the 3rd grade peeping toms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-112010762198454199?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/112010762198454199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=112010762198454199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112010762198454199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/112010762198454199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-definitely-not-virgin.html' title='i&apos;m definitely not a virgin'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111939399474879600</id><published>2005-06-21T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:46:34.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my bro is nuts</title><content type='html'>I get home from work--want to take a nap and find a dirty ventriloquist dummy sleeping in my bed underneath my covers...my brother evan found him on the road in Georgia--his name is "Willy Talk."  Thanks for the lice, scabie, maggot riddled dummy under my clean sheets..dummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111939399474879600?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111939399474879600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111939399474879600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111939399474879600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111939399474879600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-bro-is-nuts.html' title='my bro is nuts'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111923416508540222</id><published>2005-06-19T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:22:45.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smut @ Barnes &amp; Noble?</title><content type='html'>I recently went to Barnes &amp; Noble with my brother, Evan and i saw the most ghastly thing!  As I was perusing my latest tabloid mag, an elderly man was trying to push me out of the way.  I stepped back and saw him trying to reach for the "College Girls" nudie magazine.  He was about 80, had his pants pulled up to his neck and he was not in teh least bit embarrassed  that he was reaching for paper porn @ Barnes and Noble.  Two seconds leater, a middle aged man began to reach for the same mag and they both scurried away like squirrels who had just found some nuts (no pun intended there).  I was disgusted.  I waited to tell Evan in the car.  Evan made a very good point, "you don't buy Hustler in Barnes &amp; Noble!"  You buy it in some sleazy downtown no-name convenient store in the city!  Not Barnes &amp; Noble in the mall @ Walpole in the burbs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen to that brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111923416508540222?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111923416508540222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111923416508540222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111923416508540222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111923416508540222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/06/smut-barnes-noble.html' title='Smut @ Barnes &amp; Noble?'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111742875991417816</id><published>2005-05-30T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:52:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>willy whistle.</title><content type='html'>as a child i was pertrified of clowns...when i was in kindergarten, there was a kidnapping clown in the woods trying to kidnap kids...i remember having lunch one day and all the kids ran to the window and screamed "Look at the clown!"  Our teacher Mrs. Paris rushed us away to the classroom.  Since then my fear of clowns has grown and grown.  After the clown sighting in the woods, the town cut down all the trees in the woods. My imagination went wild.  Teachers sent out a memo telling parents to look out for a clown in a blue van or a photographer in a blue van..ok.  Everytime i saw a blue van, I would call my neighborhood male friend, Mike R. and scream, "Lock your windows, lock your doors, the clowns are coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this i was introduced to the movie "Poltergeist" where a possessed clown comes from under the little boy's bed and begins to strangle him.  My dad also introduced me to Bozo and Willy Whistle.  Bozo wasnt that bad, but Willy Whistle scared the absolute piss out of me.  My dad told me that when Willy was a little boy he was running with a whistle in his mouth, tripped and it was lodged in his throat forever.  When Willy spoke, his voice sounded like a whistle was caught in his throat--i think this was just a way for my dad to tell us not to run with whistles in our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, my boyfriend Mike, used to torture me by luring me into my downstairs basement, say we were watching "Say Anything," and he would put on "It" or "Killer Clowns from Outer Space."  He would sit on me until the movie was over--it was unbearable to watch!&lt;br /&gt;At one of the Norwood parades, one of my friends paid a clown to come up to me and say "hi kate!"  Another time,  my dad went out and bought a clown mask one night...he knew i was home alone and he rang the doorbell--i answered the door and he said, "hi, is kate home?"  In college, my friend Ray found out my phobia and i went in to my room one night and he was sitting in the dark with a clown mask on--i ran downstairs and there was a knife with ketchp hanging from the lamp.  Nice friends and fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i do have a clown phobia--i share it with no one but the beloved Johnny Depp.  Johnny, we'll get thru this clowny-clown world together--hand in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111742875991417816?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111742875991417816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111742875991417816' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111742875991417816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111742875991417816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/05/willy-whistle.html' title='willy whistle.'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111638586704692833</id><published>2005-05-17T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:11:07.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can carmen elektra play anything else</title><content type='html'>...besides a dumb slut?...she has been playing the same role all over the dial..from vh1's best rock moments to my new fave show House....no talent, fake boobs, 5 feet tall...whats so great about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am in the wrong business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111638586704692833?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111638586704692833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111638586704692833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111638586704692833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111638586704692833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-carmen-elektra-play-anything-else.html' title='can carmen elektra play anything else'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111517947857962159</id><published>2005-05-03T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:47:41.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he was peter jackson meets ron jeremy..</title><content type='html'>today i decided i would go for a walk...around the wood..dont get me wrong the wood is a beautiful place but i prefer the city...after exiting my street i saw a male who lookied liek a mix between peter jackson (lord of the rings) and ron jeremy (numerous porns). He was staring at children playing in the park and that wasnt going over well with me...what i have taken from my dad was the "boston cop" look..that stare that scares the shit out of u...anyway, i was walking with my cellie talking to my new mate, Thelonius, and began to stare this dude down...with my black jackie os on...he immediately started walking on...my grandfather was a boston cop so i think it was passed down...i am by no means intimidating but i totally have that sixth sense. I immediately called colleen and told her (her kids play in that park)...i told her to describe this man to the teachers what this man looks like.she said, "Kate, how am i going to tell a teacher that this dude looke like Ron jeremy." Good point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from hanging wwith my friend Kevin---Kevin was in Kuwait a little while ago..Kevin forgot his entire wallet and strangely enough remembered his credit card #..the manager came over and i said "kevin, ill take it from here." i preceded to tell him that Kevin just got back from Kuwait and we were just reunited...the manager was very sweet and asked Kevin about his tour...Later, Kevin was like "kate you idiot, i was in Kuwait like 2 years ago...oops...anway, after he took the credit card my italian came out..i started talking with my hands and karate chopped a pilsner glass...kevin was picking shards of glass out of his face while i accepted my oscar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i had so much fun with the newlyweds megz &amp;amp; dan..jon, bubba raygracie and his lovely wife and who could forget my fave, justin (jackie graham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun with all of u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111517947857962159?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111517947857962159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111517947857962159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111517947857962159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111517947857962159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-was-peter-jackson-meets-ron-jeremy.html' title='he was peter jackson meets ron jeremy..'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111508899896480741</id><published>2005-05-02T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:56:38.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pink? pink?</title><content type='html'>ok..i know that when you are brought into this world as a little girl--everyone wants to dress you in pink, but I'm getting really sick of being lumped in with the women who wear pink!  The red sox come out with "women's apparel" for the season---practically all pink tank tops or muscle ts or caps!!!  I have 2 pink shirts in my closet--i like pink but not that much!  Last time i checked they were the red sox not the pink sox.  Growing up I was a complete tomboy..lived in a neighborhood filled with guys...played ball with the guys, played hoops with the guys...i dont think i saw pink until i saw "Pretty in Pink"in the movie theater in the 80s..(strangely enough this is one of my fave movies, but identify more with Marry Stuart Masterson in "Some Kind of Wonderful." I wore toughskins, high top canvas nikes and a plaid shirt everyday...and it is hilarious because i still dress like that today!  My mum thankfully understood my hatred for dresses and dressed me in boys cords my entire life...since then i have gotten a lil girlie--i get my hair dyed every month (celtic copper) and I get the ocassional rad shirt at H&amp;M, but now i live and die by my chucks and miss sixty jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a word to the mlb....stick with the team colors when making "women's apparel."  No more pink hats, pink tanks and pink booty shorts..red and blue--stick with it...be an equal opportunity clothing distributor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111508899896480741?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111508899896480741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111508899896480741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111508899896480741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111508899896480741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/05/pink-pink.html' title='pink? pink?'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111333569059726676</id><published>2005-04-12T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:54:50.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever watch an r rated movie with your parents</title><content type='html'>Since I was young, I would get terribly embarrasssed when I was watching a movie with my parents and something "racy" started happening (nudity, sex scene, racy language).  Convienently, I used to watch only movies that i saw beforehand and then watch them with my parents.  Sometimes i would be blindsided and once i saw celebs hitting the sheets, I would immediately excuse myself to go to the bathroom and then never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually happened to me last nite--my mum wanted to rent "Closer" or how she pronounces it "Closer" like Keith Foulke, the Red Sox' closer.  Anyway, she likes Natalie Portman and Jude Law so I agreed to watch it with her.  BIG MISTAKE.  First of all, I HATE Julia Roberts--like can't stand.  She is is overrated as an actress--where are the Cate Blanchett's of the world when you need them.  Anyway, there is a scene when the men are in an online chat room talking about their fanatsies and it goes way over the top--like, dude, seriously--my mum is in the room..then Julia "Overrated" Roberts starts talking about her sexual positions in bed and i begin to sweat--my mum runs up the stairs and wails, "I cant watch this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just make a suggestion to the DVD makers?  Nex time, can you preface the dvd by stating that this movie is strictly for 20-40 year olds and mums and dads should not be present during the viewing of this film..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its pg-13 for me for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111333569059726676?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111333569059726676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111333569059726676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111333569059726676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111333569059726676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-ever-watch-r-rated-movie-with.html' title='Never ever watch an r rated movie with your parents'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111298501999701643</id><published>2005-04-08T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:30:19.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chips patrol</title><content type='html'>i used to watch "Chips" when i was a little girl which is the reason why i still to this day have a problem with highways.  I remember watching Chips and teh cars would try to run other cars off the road.  I didnt believe this was true until i actually drove on teh 5 and 405.  One episode was horrific for me..a gas truck ran over a lit cigarette and caused this huge explosion on the road--absolutely frightening.  I didnt really have a crush on Ponch or John, but i had a strange crush on the head of Chips--he was like 40...but i loved him.  So still to this day, I think some ya-dude is going to try to run me off the road--oh wait a minute--that happened in Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111298501999701643?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111298501999701643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111298501999701643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111298501999701643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111298501999701643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/04/chips-patrol.html' title='chips patrol'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111280550067375497</id><published>2005-04-06T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:38:20.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am officially ancient</title><content type='html'>long story short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out last nite--started talking to 2 "guys"  Colleen and I both made a WWF reference...we were talking about Jimmy Superfly Snuka (sp.)  The kids turned out to be 21..they said they had no idea who we were talking about and that they would go home and Google him...For 2 women to even talk about the WWF is hilarious ....i think im going to be sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111280550067375497?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111280550067375497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111280550067375497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111280550067375497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111280550067375497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-officially-ancient.html' title='i am officially ancient'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111271850079288324</id><published>2005-04-05T03:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:42:26.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's not a homeless man..that's kate's dad!</title><content type='html'>i have talked about my dad many times--he truly is an amazing person. Aside from growing up in the projects and becoming a lawyer, he is truly my favorite person and I am so happy that i got his sense of humor. My dad likes to dress down on the weekend..like sweatsuit, red sox hat and bobos (sneakers). During the week he is in court, so he likes to "be a grundy" on the weekends. My friends Dan &amp;amp; Jon were in Norwood one day and my father was sitting on a park bench. Jon knew my dad well because we were all aprt of a basketball league (the NBA-Norwood Basketball Association). Anyway, Dan had no clue who my father was. Jon walked past my dad and said, "hello." Dan turned to Jon and said, "Jon, why are you saying hello to that homeless man!?" Jon replied, "That's Kate's dad!" Still one of my fave stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon--my dad's fake heart attack after my brother and him saw the "Natural."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111271850079288324?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111271850079288324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111271850079288324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111271850079288324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111271850079288324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-not-homeless-manthats-kates-dad.html' title='that&apos;s not a homeless man..that&apos;s kate&apos;s dad!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111258758904628699</id><published>2005-04-04T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:06:29.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>running to the airport</title><content type='html'>i was watching the Simpsons 2nite and Lisa said that Homer should follow Marge to the airport and tell her that he loves her.  This scene is so overused in Hollywood.  The only thing i can equate my airport experiences to are, after i was about to miss my commuter flight to the Bahamas I ran thru the airport like OJ in that Hertz commercial.  Also, i was once on that same commuter plane, we were on the runway and the lights went out...absolutely horrible.   Then there was the time I had a Mexican gentleman throw up all over my bag and I was calming him down in Spanish and also rubbing his back.  Another time, sitting on the runway in July, 90 degrees, no air conditioning, irish rugby players post game sweating beer out of their pores in front of me, in front of my dad, a portly fellow who took off his shirt.  Recently, I had the Pats on the flight home with me, but one of the Pats went to the bathroom, puked all over himself (via Mardi Gras) and passed out in the aisle--delaying my flight 1 hour--damn those PATS!  My latest was being dropped off at the airport in San Diego with 60 bux in my pocket and 2 bags on my way home to Boston.  I am so glad someone didnt chase after me that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111258758904628699?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111258758904628699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111258758904628699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111258758904628699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111258758904628699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/04/running-to-airport.html' title='running to the airport'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111195933480341465</id><published>2005-03-27T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:35:34.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u billy idol &amp; sting</title><content type='html'>i was obsessed with both Billy Idol and Sting.  My first memory of Sting was seeing him in the "Synchronicity 2" video, platinum and hanging from a Mad Max kinda scenery.  I loved him---like loved.  My mum got me a Def Leppard pin and aPolice pin for my 9th birthday which i immediately put on my sleevelss jean vest.I loved Sting--i saw him the other nite on Leno and i still have those hot feelings for him...i think it stems from the "Don't Stand to Close to me" video when he takes his nerdy glasses and tie off to reveal a tanned Sting...yum.  Watch out Trudie..im single now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Billy Idol...he was on tv the other nite--still great as ever..he is so hardcore...i just loved him after i saw "Rebel Yell" video...my childhood friend's bro looked exactly like Billy Idol and i would ask to go over her house all the time...i need to stay away from musicians..but i think Chris Isaak is my next conquest...i am single as of August 17th at midnite..so basically August 18th--i am seeing Chris in concert August 19th--now, i just have to get backstage and have Chris fall in love with me...i wish Chris would pick girls out of the crowd like Cece Deville did back in the day..and i wish that girl was me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111195933480341465?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111195933480341465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111195933480341465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111195933480341465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111195933480341465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-u-billy-idol-sting.html' title='i love u billy idol &amp; sting'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111171550053418135</id><published>2005-03-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:51:40.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2 best things that happened to me yesterday</title><content type='html'>i was going to get my hair dyed yesterday and i saw the two best things...ok maybe 3...first, i saw this guy and he was gay and he must have given this homeless man like 10 bux...the homeless man was hugging him to death and he was wailing, between chokes, "don't worry about dont worry about it!!!"  another sight--this kid talking on his cellie talking to his bud and saying, "dude, i am so wasted." (it was 1 pm on a wednesday) finally, the girl in back of me in teh salon, started cring because she didnt like her hair...she told my hair stylist that she "ruined her life" and that she "haz to buzz her hair off,"  she had the worst orange glo fake tan..and she is a bitch--so she basically loses the game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and at karaoke last nite, some kid performed "enter sandman" by metallica while breaking into Michael Jackson moves, the worm and the windmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111171550053418135?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111171550053418135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111171550053418135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111171550053418135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111171550053418135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/2-best-things-that-happened-to-me.html' title='the 2 best things that happened to me yesterday'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111145719212508943</id><published>2005-03-22T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:08:23.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesley Willis and the mullet</title><content type='html'>I used to work at a radio station in Lynn named FNX. A lot of musicians came through those doors but my fave would have to be Wesley Willis. Now Wesley is a homeless man from Ny who has a record deal and has produced such hits as "Cut the Mullet" and "Rock n Roll McDonald's." If youhaven't heard him you are missing out. Anyway, my friend Steve-o loved Wesley and decided to meet him downstairs and bring him up to our studios. 10 minutes later, Steve comes up in the elevator with Wesley (who is appox. 400lbs) stumbles out of the elevator gasping for air--the stench de Wesley was so bad in the studio we had to break out the Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a mullet story--i actually partied with one of the kids on the mullets galore website...i just remember getting really drunk and hounding him all night long to take pix with me...he hated me so much after that nite...but at least i didnt have a mullet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111145719212508943?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111145719212508943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111145719212508943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111145719212508943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111145719212508943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/wesley-willis-and-mullet.html' title='Wesley Willis and the mullet'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111117138183827610</id><published>2005-03-18T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:43:01.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/revisedsilenceashlee_031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/revisedsilenceashlee_031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tshirt-do i offend?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111117138183827610?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111117138183827610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111117138183827610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111117138183827610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111117138183827610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-my-tshirt-do-i-offend.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111117093615520098</id><published>2005-03-17T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:35:36.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>world series trophy!!!</title><content type='html'>i saw the world series trophy yesterday---it came to my shit town and i was very excited! The line actually moved very quickly.  There was some tool of a dj there playing "Tessie" over and over again..Wally was a no-show.  When it came time to have our pix taken (you cannot touch the trophy) i almost knocked the thing over--wouldn't that be perfect--me clipping the Tiffany trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was wearing my "Silence Ashlee" t-shirt made my moi and these dirtbag catholic school boys were in front of me making fun of me.  Lots of evil eyes were given out--and there luck?  they have to hang out with nuns for the rest of their school lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pix will soon follow of the pix of me &amp; colleen and kids in front of the trophy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime--here is my ashlee logo&lt;br /&gt;i am taking orders now b4 Joe Simpson finds out.&lt;br /&gt;But it is copyrighted so bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn in hell ashlee &amp;amp; catholic school boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111117093615520098?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111117093615520098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111117093615520098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111117093615520098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111117093615520098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/world-series-trophy.html' title='world series trophy!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111108176011210157</id><published>2005-03-17T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:49:20.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream of the exes</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last nite that i was lying on my bed talking to ALL of my exes about football.  It was a very strange dream.  I was wearing like one of those long shirts kids wear to bed and I was surrounded by from what i saw Chris, Ken &amp; Scott.  They were totally hitting if off and they wanted to stick around to watch the college football game.  I was like their little sister.  Very bizarre..i wonder if the dream dictionary can translate this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111108176011210157?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111108176011210157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111108176011210157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111108176011210157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111108176011210157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-of-exes.html' title='dream of the exes'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111094667188501257</id><published>2005-03-15T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:17:51.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk man coming home from work</title><content type='html'>when adam and i were little we were riled up before we went to bed.  that is why i still go to bed at 1am because i think i will miss out on something. My dad was a public defender in Boston and would defend everyone in Boston--he was and is still a great lawyer.  He used to come home around 8:00 for dinner and after dinner he would scream, "Drunk man coming home from work!" We would begin to scream!  He would take off his tie and his shirt, take a carton of milk out of the fridge, chug it down, have it drip all down his face, and scream and stumble towards us..then we would try to hug him and climb up on him and he would swat us away and throw us on the couch..then he would turn off the lights and we would scream soooo loud!  This was our favorite game of allllllll time!  Everynite when he came home we would say, "Dad, do drunk man coming home from work!"  Sadly, this was something my dad witnessed many times growing up in the city so it was almost something sad he witnessed a lot but pure enjoyment and heaps of entertainment for us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i am crazy and Adam smokes weeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111094667188501257?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111094667188501257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111094667188501257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111094667188501257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111094667188501257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/drunk-man-coming-home-from-work.html' title='drunk man coming home from work'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111093196616859659</id><published>2005-03-15T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T19:12:46.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kate's most metal moment</title><content type='html'>i used to work at a radio station when i wa about 22-23.  i had just started my job, brand new to the scene..i would get there probably around 8:00.  At around 8:30 this guy called me and started to chat me up...he said that he was looking to do a free show in Boston but no one really expressed interest.  i told him the marketing director was not in and did he want to leave a message.  He then asked me where it would be good to play a show around Boston, good clubs etc. etc. I finally said i would take a message and he said this is James Hetfield.  So as i am writing, i am like "James Hetfield...James Hetfield,"  I  am like "from Metallica?" and he said, no joke..."yeah yeah!!!!"  we then were instant buds..i told him about how i grew up listening to them in junior high and high school blah blah blah...he said he would get me backstage tix if they came to Boston--but the stupid marketing director didnt follow thru because "metallica is a little to heavy for this radio station."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day, i kinda thought that maybe someone was impersonating James just to play around with me..but when i found my fellow "metalhead" Teach, he told me that James was cold calling people to see if they could play in our cities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its my most metal moment..me &amp; james chatting it up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least metal moment: dancing cheek to cheek with my ex mike to warrant's, "heaven"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111093196616859659?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111093196616859659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111093196616859659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111093196616859659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111093196616859659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/kates-most-metal-moment.html' title='kate&apos;s most metal moment'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111059192973193990</id><published>2005-03-11T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:45:29.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vince vaughn</title><content type='html'>vince vaughn was in my dream the other nite--i was so excited---he was in a white shark-skin suit--his hair was a lil curlier than usual.we were at a bar kinda like the Bow &amp; Arrow Pub in Harvard Square and he was talking to me...I went to take a picture of us with my camera phone and my memory was full--i was pissed--then he just walked off and said some sort of "Swingers" departing phrase--"Kate, your so money!" It's pretty sad when your overloaded files in your cellphone cause you to have a nightmare and ruin your night with Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Vince..one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111059192973193990?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111059192973193990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111059192973193990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111059192973193990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111059192973193990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/vince-vaughn.html' title='vince vaughn'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111052097792862808</id><published>2005-03-11T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:02:58.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more crushes</title><content type='html'>I forgot about 2 of my crushes from junior high.  Ok, first Alasdair Gillis from "You Can't Do that on TV,"  I loved him so much!!! He was so cute and funny...he always used to make fun of Moose and Lisa Ruddy for being fat (that's not nice, Alasdair)...the show was filmed in Candada so they talked weird--they said "about" weird...hey, i can make fun of people with accents im from fin bawstin!  They talked like the kids from Degrassi Junior High--Me &amp; Megz fave!!!! If you missed Degrassi Junior High you don't know what you are missing..such tragedy for a junior high!  I loved Spike -the teen pregnant mum with spiked hair (hence the name) and i liked joey from the Zit Remedies.  Oh and Wheels..i literally pissed myself laughing once because someone alluded to Wheels from Degrassi because he like hit a house while drunk in one episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Roland Orzabel from Tears for Fears--keep in mind he was like 85 when i was in junior high, but hey, i like older men...everone liked Kurt (the other tear) so i stuck with Roland..there was something exotic about him--preface to my ridiculous, unexplained taste in men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111052097792862808?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111052097792862808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111052097792862808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111052097792862808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111052097792862808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/2-more-crushes.html' title='2 more crushes'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111013819350289160</id><published>2005-03-06T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:43:13.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vh=van halen</title><content type='html'>i think i have some weird tie to van halen.  when i was a little girl i lovvvvvvvvved Alex Van Halen..i mean loved...i waited for him to appear in the "Jump" video every day back in '84.  Was it the green lame vest...the fact that he was a drummer?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when reached college, my best guy friends booth basher and Ray Martin were OBSESSED with VH.  They would have VH parties every weekend and they just played the entire box set over and over.  One night when For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge came out, Ray, Boothbasher, Bryna, Erica, Sandy &amp; meself headed to downtown Provi where they had a midnight release of the new VH album.  We were first in line...people were dressed up like various VH members including Booth &amp; Ray.  I loved Jeff Buckley at the time and after we got in i bought his cd...i almost got jumped in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was out of college, i went to the Lizard Lounge and Gary Cherone was there--the new lead singer of VH.  I said hello to him, tripped over his shoe and poured beer all over his shirt.  Smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing, i think i am cosmically linked to VH.  Whether its Diamond Dave, Sammy or Gary.   I love you, Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8 lee roth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111013819350289160?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111013819350289160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111013819350289160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111013819350289160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111013819350289160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/vhvan-halen.html' title='vh=van halen'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111004288574001963</id><published>2005-03-05T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:14:45.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rush</title><content type='html'>Do any women like Rush?  I was hosting karaoke the other nite and this guy almost fell off his chair when i shared my knowledge and love for Rush.  He performed, "New World Man," and he claimed that no one would know it in the house---i knew every word...I also know a lot about Getty Lee &amp; Neil Pert (sp) being the best bassist and drummers in the world!  I just don't think women like Rush  because they play that damn "Tom Sawyer" on every classic rock station around here.  They have some really good stuff--I just don't think men want me in their Rush secret society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111004288574001963?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111004288574001963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111004288574001963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111004288574001963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111004288574001963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/rush.html' title='rush'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-111004259504375063</id><published>2005-03-05T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:09:55.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/sun will come out tomorrow....jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/sun will come out tomorrow....jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the picture! A complete lunatic!  I love that i have pink freckles on my face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-111004259504375063?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/111004259504375063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=111004259504375063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111004259504375063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/111004259504375063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-this-is-picture-complete-lunatic-i.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110979388115375261</id><published>2005-03-02T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:04:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>color me badd</title><content type='html'>i was just watching a Color Me Badd video, I Adore Mi Amor...do not ask...anyway, i didn't realize untiil now that one of the members of the group looks exactly like Johnny Damon--i think it might be him--i mean he is speaking Spanish to ladies on the beach--why do you think Johnny gets along so well with Manny and Ortiz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110979388115375261?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110979388115375261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110979388115375261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110979388115375261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110979388115375261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/color-me-badd.html' title='color me badd'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110970401515228636</id><published>2005-03-01T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:06:55.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OPRAH GO AWAY, PLEASE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Is Oprah everywhere now?  I cant stand her anymore---A. What is she doing at the Oscars?  I think the last thing Oprah did was the Color purple...I think they should invite only the actors who were in the films and the entire crew who got them there...I don't need to see Beyonce performing none of her songs (as someone who occassionally writes a song, i would be livid if i was ousted by Beyonce...i mean...that french song she did...she was struggling...and antonio banderas and carlos santana? what the hell were u thinking?  i cant believe they even put Adam Duritz on staeg looking like Sideshow Bob and all!  I agree with Dan Tobin that we must oust these D List "celebs" (minus Kathy Griffin--i love her!)  I mean Paris--you are a rich slut, Lindsey, you are a slut with a lunatic father, Jessica and Ashlee you are wannabe sluts who have no brains, terrible voices and no originality and Britney the "two seconds from being on Jerry Springer" slut...ahhhhhhhhhh that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boycott them--what have they done for humanity, for music, for theater except completely make other countries think that we are a Ricky Lake panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get the class back, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110970401515228636?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110970401515228636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110970401515228636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110970401515228636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110970401515228636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/03/oprah-go-away-please.html' title='OPRAH GO AWAY, PLEASE!!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110956766794044574</id><published>2005-02-28T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:14:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"panties"</title><content type='html'>to all men!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women HATE that word---i dont no one person who uses that word except dirty old men and the check out girl at "Vicky's Secrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Xmas time, my dad mentioned that he wanted to get my mother some "panties" for xmas...i spun around and screamed, "never ever use that word around me!"  he said, "but the lady at the store told me that is what they are called."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nite my underwear (that is the word that should be used from now on) seemed quite baggy...we are a pretty open family so i went downstairs--i mean i have lived with 7 men my entire life so i comfortably said, "my underwear are baggy tonite."  My dad recoiled in horror and told me he would pay the tab for me to go out and get some "new, sexy underwear."  I guess my dad wants be back on the  dating scene ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110956766794044574?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110956766794044574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110956766794044574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110956766794044574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110956766794044574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/panties.html' title='&quot;panties&quot;'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110945786642998680</id><published>2005-02-26T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:44:26.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>barging into the office</title><content type='html'>i am presently working at an office and i was wondering if i ever saw someone "barge" into an office likein  the movies--i mean you know the scene--someone barges into the office and the secretary is always like, "No!!! you cant go in there!!!" and its funny because the person that they are always barging in on is never phased..there like "yeah....so...what do you want."  I remember the first day i worked at the radio station, some crazed fan came in with a birthday cake and wanted to see one of the djs so i let her in...that day i almost lost my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i love the other hollywood moment...when someone gets disconnected on the phone and the person repeatedly presses the hang up button "hello...hello....hello!"  Do we ever do that in real life?  Dont we just say hello? hello? and then hang up...those hollywood types--so dramatic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110945786642998680?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110945786642998680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110945786642998680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110945786642998680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110945786642998680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/barging-into-office.html' title='barging into the office'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110827724699206113</id><published>2005-02-13T01:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:47:26.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day 1987</title><content type='html'>i was dating mike lundin...at the time i was about 4'9"..i grew 1 inch over the summer of 7th grade...there he was..like a vision..my height, gold earring, "no reason lines" (lines that a barber shaves into the side of a guys head for absolutely no reason circa:80s) i was his valentine...the word on the street was that he got me something "big" for V day..so my mum took be down to "Incredible Edible's" (Norwood Candy Store rip) and got Lundin a nut assortment shaped in a heart dominated by red pistachios of course! Anyway, Lundin apparently went to his grandmother's house and stole a family heirloom and gave it to me...it was a heart with wings on a silver chain...it was beautiful...about 2 weeks later...lundin and i broke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were seniors we rekindled our "romance."  He said when iwas with him in eighth grade they were the best 2 weeks of his life...pretty good for an 8th grade relationship...someone once told me that in junior high the only person you do not speak to is your boyfriend at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after years of separation i saw lundin one night in the wood..still sweet as ever, no reason lines gone...friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently came home to Norwood and was looking through some boxes and found the necklace...&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for my new valentine in 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all those lonely hearts out there "it is better to have loved that to not have loved at all."&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life sux then u die"&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Shinnick (11th grade history teacher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110827724699206113?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110827724699206113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110827724699206113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110827724699206113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110827724699206113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-1987.html' title='valentine&apos;s day 1987'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110827615340723098</id><published>2005-02-13T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:29:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guitarzan king of the amps</title><content type='html'>i met this kid once...he was a brother of a friend...he was 34 ...oversized glasses, acid-washed jean jacket and matching jeans, mullet..of course i start talking to him at a party...he tells me he is in a band...i was impressed...he then told me he went by the name guitarzan king of the amps..i asked him if we would like to marry me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110827615340723098?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110827615340723098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110827615340723098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110827615340723098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110827615340723098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/guitarzan-king-of-amps.html' title='guitarzan king of the amps'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110808640997526200</id><published>2005-02-10T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:46:49.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're getting chubby, Kate!</title><content type='html'>That was the quote today from my grandfather...although it was done with love...after he said that he said, "...but you look good!"  Nice save gramps...nice save...and in the words of Bell Biv Devoe, "never trust a big butt and a smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110808640997526200?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110808640997526200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110808640997526200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110808640997526200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110808640997526200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-getting-chubby-kate.html' title='&quot;you&apos;re getting chubby, Kate!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110796515122916604</id><published>2005-02-02T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:05:51.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the billy ocean restaurant</title><content type='html'>my brother evan told me the other day that his friend is opening up a Billy Ocean themed restaurant...one of the dishes? "Get out of my dreams and into my buffalo wings"--hilarious...i hope he adds "Suddenly sausages"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110796515122916604?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110796515122916604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110796515122916604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110796515122916604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110796515122916604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/02/billy-ocean-restaurant.html' title='the billy ocean restaurant'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110739729861647748</id><published>2005-02-02T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:21:38.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what state of the union address?</title><content type='html'>i just felt like i overthrew the republican party and i feel so damn good--i have an aquaintance who came over my house uninvited and on top of that is a republican....it was a nice visit, a lil thai food, throw in some American Idol, until the "state of the union" address came on...so i packed up my dumplings, said it was a great visit and it had to end...after much arguing on his end, i said "he is not my president..i did not vote for him, therefore i will not see him read off a telepromter, words that do not make sense to him and have him  appeal to the "bible belt" where i do not live, nor will i ever fly thru...when my father was asked if he wanted to watch with the uninvited guest he replied, "i'd rather drink draino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;k8 in '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110739729861647748?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110739729861647748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110739729861647748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110739729861647748'/><link 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remember my friend introduced me to the rap dictionary or the rap handbook...it just gives u the basics on rap slang...i am so happy i found this online 2nite...anyway, i want to thank yo mtv raps for reaching a white girl in the suburbs and teaching her about hip hop...check out twin hype when u have a chance...you will not be disappointed...and llcool j my divorce is final this summer...call me...cuz im your around the way girl...east coast represent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8 fulla flava&lt;br /&gt;or kate slickr than grease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hosting.mixcat.com/fantasies/dictionary/intro.html"&gt;http://hosting.mixcat.com/fantasies/dictionary/intro.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110680238837241379?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110670024804640127</id><published>2005-01-25T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:44:08.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/wu.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/wu.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my official wu-tang card--i just foudn it after 6 years!  i told you i was old skool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110670024804640127?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110670024804640127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110670024804640127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110670024804640127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110670024804640127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-my-official-wu-tang-card-i.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110669974083107515</id><published>2005-01-25T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:37:24.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>squid please?</title><content type='html'>i was all psyched for the gym today---i mean i basically have cabin fever from being in the house due to illness and the blizzard of '05--so i put on my new balance kix and headed off to the gym in the "ghetto jet" (my vw jetta). now, i havent been to the gym in about 2 mths...i had a svelte body due to body surfing everyday in the pacific, but after my husband dumped me i came back to boston to pack on the lbs like a squirrel in winter--so off to the gym, my membership is up--it was like i stole from a convenience store--a recording yelling "stop stop!" ok. so, i decided to go visit granny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some chatting to her my grandfather who is crazy and is in a wheelchair asked me to go to star market and pick him up 3 lbs of squid, 51lbs of potatoes, coleslaw and non-filetered pall malls...yum! well basically...i went there..the 73 grandma in front of me got carded in front of me for butts so i asked the woman in front of me to get me cigarettes--when i ever said non-filtered pall malls she almost dropped dead...so we made the trade outside and i was off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived back at my granny's house and my grandpa says, "did u divorce that bum yet?" ahhh welcome back to boston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one last thing, my bro adam is a wise guy..last nite his wife was wearing a red and green striped sweater...he told the whole table that she got it on ebay from the "nightmare on elm street collection" she wasso pissed off...so my other brother evan said, "well, you can make fun of his dorky sweater" her reply was, "well, my mother got that for him for xmas!" oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110669974083107515?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110669974083107515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110669974083107515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110669974083107515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110669974083107515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/01/squid-please.html' title='squid please?'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110646197384833973</id><published>2005-01-23T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:34:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guess my age?</title><content type='html'>i hate that game, when someone asks u what their age is...this guy came up to me tonite and asked if i would guess his age..after many attempts to change the subject, he insisted that i guess his age..he was a guy with gray hair, mullet, a handlebar mustache and wal mart plastic oversized grampa glasses...so i guessed 46...its a good number...you are not 50 yet...he says lower...44...nope...41....nope 40...nope 39...36?...finally we got down to 33...30 fin 3? not on my watch, bub! the whole nite i felt absolutely awful--i mean it was like new years with the countdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and there was a guy sporting one red eye one blue--he inserted a red contac..it was very marilyn manson/limp bizkit of him..but rather than saying that to him i suggested he get a smily face one...nice kid i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked in the snow...nothing beats it...i truly missed the snow while living in cali..i never thought i woudl ever say something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until tomorrow when i will be the only woman shoveling on my street--my house is an equal opportunuity employer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110646197384833973?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110646197384833973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110646197384833973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110646197384833973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110646197384833973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/01/guess-my-age.html' title='guess my age?'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110610827215980935</id><published>2005-01-18T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:18:35.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>library card</title><content type='html'>i was not allowed to get a library card today---i went to the library today and i dont normally go to libraries since the naked man incident...well, when i was younger an unidentified man we would call the "mad dicker" used to leave polaroids of his penis all over town...and of course when you are eight and you pick up a polaroid off the street u expect to see a nice family or a singing bird--not in norwood...just straight up naked penises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the library, my friend, who shall remain nameless, was following theewey decimal system and was in the cavernous norwood library when a man approached her and asked her if she could help him with a word in the book as she turned her head to help, she saw that his penis was lying in the crevasse of the book...almost like a bookmark...now, i dont know if the two are related "the mad dicker" and "dewey decimal" but i think thhis is a case for cold case files..in my story, i like to embellish that my friend closed the book on his "bookmark." Like my father says, "don't let the truth stand in the way of a good story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, they wouldnt give me a card because i have a different address from my license..my brother evan said, "what do 6 year olds do?" needless to say i was pissed and now i am going to have to blackmail them with the dewy decimal story to get a stupid library card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone help me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110610827215980935?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110610827215980935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110610827215980935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110610827215980935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110610827215980935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/01/library-card.html' title='library card'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110598698095012742</id><published>2005-01-17T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:36:20.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my music taste</title><content type='html'>i think is on a steady decline...now i hail myself as being a music aficionado, but lately i have been listening to crap music and liking it...for some reason i love bruce hornsby..i almost weep when i hear his tunes and i dont know why..."the way it is" came on the radio yesterday and i begged my friend, colleen, to leave it on...she was like, "are u fin kidding me?"  kelly clarkson was on the other day and i begged my bro ev not to turn the channel...he was like.."kate, c'mon the surreal like is on the other channel!"  anyway, kill me for having guilty pleasures...and if u haven't listened to j. timberlake's solo cd..you are so missing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.flickr.com/badge_code.gne?nsid=96858743@N00&amp;count=5&amp;amp;display=random&amp;name=1&amp;amp;size=thumb" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110598698095012742?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110598698095012742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110598698095012742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110598698095012742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110598698095012742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-music-taste.html' title='my music taste'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110419156650116540</id><published>2004-12-27T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:53:06.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the patriots tavern</title><content type='html'>there is a bar on the norwood/walpole line that hopefully dan and megz will join me in drinking at some day---well, i heard that you are only allowed 2 drinks and you cannot swear...what the fuc*?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in third grade we would have flutaphone concerts arounds holiday time---my brothers and i still know all the hanukkah &amp; xmas songs by heart...anyway, true story--my brother's best friend could not afford a flutophone, so they made him play a ruler---a ruler? i was just watching public access and the same thing must have happened to another kid, except this time they just made him stand there and whistle...my bro ev was like, "Couldn't they just have him sit this one out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays &amp;amp; new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh xmas was fun---i drank with my new family members..my new uncle who is so rad---he is in a motorcycle gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got really drunk off wine &amp; coronas on xmas..and i think i was extra loud...but when am i not "extra loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went thru mattapan with my dad 2nite---his old hood--it was a perfect night to go because apparently it is too cold to be shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.flickr.com/badge_code.gne?nsid=96858743@N00&amp;amp;count=5&amp;display=random&amp;amp;name=1&amp;amp;size=thumb" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110419156650116540?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110419156650116540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110419156650116540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110419156650116540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110419156650116540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/12/patriots-tavern.html' title='the patriots tavern'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110202178816083010</id><published>2004-12-02T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:09:48.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/annie%20wig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/annie%20wig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has arrived!!! my annie pix found!! these girls hate me!!!  i have another shot coming from san diego with a better angle.  I should have been committed..check out that wig!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110202178816083010?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110202178816083010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110202178816083010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110202178816083010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110202178816083010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-has-arrived-my-annie-pix-found.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110117026349933997</id><published>2004-11-22T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:37:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sha-na-na</title><content type='html'>I remembered 2 crushes the other day...well, i came upon this epiphany while raking leaves...see the kenney/foti women ALWAYS do "men's work" and the men never lift a finger...i have fixed about 3-5 toilets, screwed in about 40 bulbs, untangled and hung xmas lights (electrocuted twice) have picked up dead animals (crows, birds, slugs etc) and my latest task raking oil soaked leaves and puting them in bags...i was appointed by my dad and told me my bro ev would help out...i treked outside, began to rake and evan ran past me exclaiming, I'm going to do some errands".....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this made me think of Bowser from sha-na-na (my dad knew the sax player lenny)...it was a commercial on ch 56 (cartoon station) and it was bowser ironing a shirt and he started to sing, "If a guy can do it...a girl can do it..."...i always loved that commercial..he was such a crush along with that 50s style brian setzer...come to mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my very bizarre crush?  mickey dolenz from the monkees...i loved his smile...he was very unique looking...and a drummer...i have this rule ...never date anyone who has lighter skin than you..so in my case this only leaves albino men and irish/german guys...through the years i just dated short &amp; dark (minus the handsome) but i have definitely upgraded to tall dark &amp;amp; handsome..thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw cheers to megz &amp; dan...may you love each other as long as stars are above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110117026349933997?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110117026349933997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110117026349933997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110117026349933997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110117026349933997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-sha-na-na.html' title='i love sha-na-na'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110075559336774076</id><published>2004-11-18T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:26:33.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Adam!!!! I could have killed him....check out that grin!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110075559336774076?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110075559336774076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110075559336774076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075559336774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075559336774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/check-out-adam-i-could-have-killed-him.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110075544771435483</id><published>2004-11-18T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:24:07.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/sad%20kate.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/sad%20kate.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after the doll carriage parade in Norwood.  I was dressed up as Laura Ingalls from Lil House on the Prairie.  It obviously wasn't a big hit.  My dad had to buy me an "Honorable Mention" ribbon for 3 dollars and also provide me with a hoodsie....the saddest part of this is my face in this picture and the fact that my brother Adam won the whole thing and took home a huge trophy!!! See next picture...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110075544771435483?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110075544771435483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110075544771435483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075544771435483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075544771435483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-was-after-doll-carriage-parade-in.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110075304902592888</id><published>2004-11-17T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:44:09.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/80s%20family.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/80s%20family.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my family in the 80s...i was in my dancer phase (hence the fame leotard, skirt, tights and rainbow shoes), my dad is looking very magnum, the kids at school called my mum pat benatar, and for adam and evan, clearly hams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110075304902592888?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110075304902592888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110075304902592888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075304902592888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110075304902592888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-my-family-in-80s.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110066515014612978</id><published>2004-11-16T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:19:10.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5 guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>I have been reading dan's blogs and i need to do a top 5 of my guilty pleasures music wise.  I apologize in advance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;3. Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;4. Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;5. Kenny Chesney (just because he is cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110066515014612978?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110066515014612978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110066515014612978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110066515014612978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110066515014612978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/top-5-guilty-pleasures.html' title='top 5 guilty pleasures'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110066444488786790</id><published>2004-11-16T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:07:24.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/ev.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/ev.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my lil brother evan when he was 4.  He broke his two front teeth on the bathtub after going to check out my dad's package.  I love this picture because evan is still that cute, but only a lil more italian looking with a faux hawk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110066444488786790?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110066444488786790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110066444488786790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110066444488786790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110066444488786790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-my-lil-brother-evan-when-he.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110054118453859077</id><published>2004-11-15T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:53:04.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dave mustaine for president</title><content type='html'>hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking for a tshirt that i saw on ricky rachtman (sp) former host of headbangers ball...it reads "Dave Mustaine for President."  If anyone knows where i can get one please lemme know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thru many stages in my adoration for music..so i can basically say i am well rounded when it comes to music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. annie: was obsessed...got my first taste of showtunes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the 80s--loved Laura Brannigan, John Cougar &amp; Men @ Work...my mum got me an orange mic for my bday..i used to wrap scarves around my neck and blare "Gloria." RIP-Laura...had crushes on Stuart Adamson (Big Country) Alex Van Halen (Van Halen) Jon Moss (Culture Club).&lt;br /&gt;My dad also played us stevie, aretha, otis, wilson, earth wind &amp;amp; fire, gap band, rick james a lot...oh yeah and michael jackson...my cuz dana had a pic of him on her wall clad in a yellow vest with bow tie (hubba huba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Junior high: definitely guns &amp; roses, skid row, throw in some madonna, inxs...i asked my mum to go to the gnr show and she said "No, its going to be too wild!" Later, she found out that gnr is the best band ever..inxs was my first concert and some "teenager" threw up on me...it was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First years of High School--i was into dance music..then got really into "Yo, MTV Raps!"  My fave show..i used to run home &amp; watch Dr. Dre &amp;amp; Ed Lover...my fave tunes from my rap days were Twin Hype's, "Do It To the Crowd, Kwame''s "I Think His Name is Kwame," Slick Rick's "Children Story," and finally Kool Moe Dee's, "$" ---"a lil kiss on the cheek maybe, but i aint trying to make no baby.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. End of High School-Discovered the Smiths (finally!!!) Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains &amp; Soundgarden..i think this was my fave time in music...i had recently been cheated on by my high school boyfriend so Morrisey helped out a lot...as for the Seattle scene..i wore so much flannel, ripped jeans &amp;amp; docs that my dad had to stage an intervention and bought me a dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  College...i started out obsessed with U2 and Pearl Jam...became a dj at school and got into the Afghan Whigs and my boy, rip, Jeff Buckley...jeff buckley also helped me thru stupid college boyfriends...my music at the time depended on my boyfriend or my friends..a was into dave matthews for a mth...then i got into foo fighters, janes addiction, zeppelin (a lil late sorry)..Oh and then i really got into catherine wheel, james &amp; midnight oil and rage against the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Post college--had a dumb boyfriend again who introduced me to radiohead and bowie...when i hear anything from early bowie--it makes me nauseous...sorry d. bowie, just reminds me of my fat, ugly, cheating ex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scottie!!! When i met scott ---i found him...my music equal--loved the same stuff but gave me some crowded house (split enz), robbie williams, simple minds, zeppelin..we actually played "kashmir" at our wedding--hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  now?  i kind alisten to "everything"...dont you hate when people say that?  I can basically say the following, " I hate country, Sheryl Crow, Jessica Simpson..." Everything else is ok...i will always love the beatles..i once heard some girl at a bar say that she hated the beatles...i walked up to her and said, "you should wash your mouth out with soap right now!"   But whatever your taste..stand up for it...because im gonna go over to the jukebox and play everything from nwa to abc....&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110054118453859077?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110054118453859077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110054118453859077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110054118453859077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110054118453859077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/dave-mustaine-for-president.html' title='dave mustaine for president'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110028560094514815</id><published>2004-11-12T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:53:20.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont exist!!!</title><content type='html'>I just checked to see if i existed on one of those people finders and i dont!!!  How cool is that!!?  I mean i exist pre-marriage but after that wedding i dont exist anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is presently snowing in boston....ahhh i miss the snow..there is something magical about it..i love cali but the fact that they  freak out over rain &amp; snow just makes me chuckle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for drinks last nite...my fave bartender was fired...due to i think was a coke problem...i always pick the winners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i allude to megz blog re: passport pictures...my passport pix got me post college...my brother picked it up and said, "when did u change your name to rosie odonnell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother recently stole my new cellphone (keep in mind i never had one)  he decided it was funny to take a pix of his ass and use it as my wallpaper--ahhh brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110028560094514815?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110028560094514815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110028560094514815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110028560094514815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110028560094514815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-exist.html' title='i dont exist!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-110006326923202224</id><published>2004-11-09T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:07:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>come back to da wood..the only thing that changes are the seasons!</title><content type='html'>this past friday nite i went to a "norwood bar"  now keep in mind i havent been out in norwood since i was 21 years old (9 years!) It's funny, when people see you it's like they just saw you the night before...i saw this girl "Treva" havent seen her in 10 years, she walked pass me and was like "Wassup Kate..."  No, hey how are u...how's the fam etc etc. ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my ex while i was there..kinda funny...he turned out to be super nice to me..it was very different from the last time i saw him when he hit me off the head with a can of bud light after he assumed that i was kissing his best friend in the keg line...ahhhh the memories!! He said i wrote him a letter freshman year of colllege that told him not to do drugs or i would break up with him...i said "are you sure that was from me?"   anyway, it was nice to see him...it was such a "beautiful girls" moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend colleen was getting manhandled by a pack of irish guys..the guys from norwood high ...kept saying "kenney, are u sure she is ok?" i dont think they know my first name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a claim to fame....i was watching tv tonite and one of my friends is on "the biggest loser."  Her name is andrea, and she is the coolest...we used to ride the T together and gossip...dont forget the lil people, andrea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-110006326923202224?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/110006326923202224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=110006326923202224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110006326923202224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/110006326923202224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/come-back-to-da-woodthe-only-thing.html' title='come back to da wood..the only thing that changes are the seasons!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109993947788640674</id><published>2004-11-08T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:44:37.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/sisters.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/sisters.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's cards for women&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109993947788640674?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109993947788640674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109993947788640674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109993947788640674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109993947788640674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-mums-cards-for-women.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109941674944894899</id><published>2004-11-02T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:32:29.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>please come to my 80s nite &amp; vote!</title><content type='html'>I will be hosting my own 80s nite at Limelight Studios in Boston  (204 Tremont Street) in Boston from 8-12 this Thursday!!! Can u spread the word!??  So nervous...maybe i will just do some music from Howard the Duck...so please c0me and see me...that will be fun...also VOTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or P Diddy will kill u...hopefully, our world will be a better place if you don't choose beavis for president...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109941674944894899?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109941674944894899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109941674944894899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109941674944894899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109941674944894899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/11/please-come-to-my-80s-nite-vote.html' title='please come to my 80s nite &amp; vote!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109910432317314833</id><published>2004-10-29T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:45:23.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/ladies.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/ladies.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the best halloween costume i have ever seen...before and after shots...brilliant!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109910432317314833?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109910432317314833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109910432317314833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109910432317314833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109910432317314833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-this-is-best-halloween-costume.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109906882535546899</id><published>2004-10-29T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:53:45.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>besos a mis chicos!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now...i cant believe it...i was in boston near faneuil hall the other nite when i witnessed the most amazing thing in my life...i screamed so loud...for hours...it was the sweetest thing ever on the streets of boston...everyone was hugging each other...high fives all over the place...i think my fave part of the entire evening was when a college kid, standing 5'4", screamed, "OK, who's gonna make out with me right now?"  I was calling all of my friends, screaming into the cellphone...it was so loud i didnt know if i was leaving a message or actually screaming in their ear...anyway, this one goes out to the following sox supporters...without you guys my passion for the sox would be non-existent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;scott&lt;br /&gt;adam&lt;br /&gt;megz&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;justin&lt;br /&gt;joey (rip)&lt;br /&gt;papa (rip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...does anyone know why they shot to nyc for the fans reaction shot?  i mean i know cameras were not allowed in the bars in boston...but go to a sh+T town , like my own, Norwood, and film there...stupid Fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109906882535546899?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109906882535546899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109906882535546899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109906882535546899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109906882535546899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/besos-mis-chicos.html' title='besos a mis chicos!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109872402396589974</id><published>2004-10-25T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:07:03.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ashlee ohhhhh ashlee!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did anyone see Ashlee Simpson lip sync the other nite on SNL?  Can u be anymore embarrased?  Now, i am not trying to crack down on her but this is exactly what is wrong with music today...i mean i don't understand that these talentless women think they can make it in the biz?  There are so many talented individuals out there who study music for years and practice everyday of their lives only to be sitting in la  or ny somewhere living in a dump trying to make it...Now, honestly, does that life look so glamorous right now..indundated with sluts in half shirts?  So, as i step off my soap box i want to tell all the record execs out there to find out if the individual has some talent before signing them?  Can they play an instrument?  Can they actually sing without assistance? Please bring our music back!!! I am begging you!!!  And no more crossovers...let Lindsey Lo, J Lo, Duff, Ashlee stick with their terrible acting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i love Curt Schilling---he is the most amazing guy in the entire world...&lt;br /&gt;do u think he will adopt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. what is up with jennifer garner sitting in the red sox dugout!!! ? I mean there are kids lining up to sit in there and she gets to sit in there because your ben's flava of the month?  Puhleeeeease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109872402396589974?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109872402396589974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109872402396589974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109872402396589974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109872402396589974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/ashlee-ohhhhh-ashlee.html' title='ashlee ohhhhh ashlee!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109839531302635974</id><published>2004-10-21T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:48:33.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/hilarious!.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/320/hilarious!.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh a red sox win!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109839531302635974?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109839531302635974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109839531302635974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109839531302635974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109839531302635974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-red-sox-win.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109846820328070463</id><published>2004-10-21T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:03:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still glowing...</title><content type='html'>I am still glowing after reading all of the yankee papers and their pure disgust with the team..i heard that as a bet, Star Jones (a yankees fan) had to dress up like Jonny Damon with beard and wig and sing John Fogerty's "Centerfield." Picture that!  Also, i saw Schilling on Letterman last nite, clad in a Celtics jersey with Birds #33...i love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my father,  my friend Meaghan and my husband, scott have introduced me to everything that is great in baseball...My dad used to take me and my bro to the sox games and we would park way over in Brookline and race him to the car...My dad is obsessed with baseball since he was a little boy..he actually saw Hank Aaron play at Fenway...My dad is also quite insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all gone to the game one day and Adam and my mother went to get hot dogs...the red sox were playing the royals...My dad takes a piece of paper out of his pocket writes out a scribbled signature  and says, "Kate, tell Adam you just got George Brett's autograph..." Now Adam was probably 6 at the time and obsessed with the red sox &amp; baseball in general...so he comes back and my father says, "Adam, you wouldn't believe what happened,?" Kate got George Brett's autograph!"  I dont think i have ever seen anyone cry as hard as adam did that day...my father should be shot and adam claims that incident is one of the reasons he smokes pot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now meaghan was my roommate for years...i love her...to this day we are so close...anyway, meaghan is the only woman i have ever met who can go toe to toe with any male on sports stats...i was in my rock and roll phase (still am) when i lived with megz...i would hear screams and swearing coming from the tv room on sat afternoons at around 1 pm...she lives and breathes sports...she got me back into the game and i love her for that..i started off remarking on how hot baseball players are and their rock and roll like traits...and then she really taught me how the game was played and that going to fenway with a couple of beers and a hot dog is the best thing in the world..thanks megz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally my husband, scott....scott knows ever stat in baseball..all teams...rbis. eras, etc etc. he would actually quiz me on ted williams batting average over and over again...scott and i are on opposite coasts at the moment but i want to let him know that sharing the love for baseball with him was one of the most amazing experiences i have ever had...i wish he was here with me...wearing his red socks (he wears them everyday) screaming at the tv (why did they take him out? he's pitching a shutout!) and drinking beers with all our friends here in Boston...crying tears of joy that the underdog red sox had  finally done it!  I love u scott...wherever u are out there...we will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109846820328070463?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109846820328070463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109846820328070463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109846820328070463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109846820328070463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/still-glowing.html' title='still glowing...'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109837981864432584</id><published>2004-10-21T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:30:18.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>besos a mis hombres de beisbol!!!!</title><content type='html'>All, I have to say is that i slept like a baby last nite...that was the most amazing thing i have ever seen..the red sox beating the piss out of the yankees on their own soil...it was also great to see the look on ARod's face (you cheating piece of sh*&amp;^) Billy Crystal's (i will never ever watch one of your movies again) and I am sure Steinbrenner is in a NY hospital as we speak...i love my fellow red sox fans..i have so many great relationships thru this sport.  I would also like to thank my fellow bloggers Dan, Meaghan &amp; Justin for being passionate about the game and writing so eloquently about their love for these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underdogs will win in 2004...in every realm....BELIEVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have done the impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109837981864432584?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109837981864432584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109837981864432584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109837981864432584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109837981864432584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/besos-mis-hombres-de-beisbol.html' title='besos a mis hombres de beisbol!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109811788592933672</id><published>2004-10-18T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:44:45.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>those red sox keep sucking me back in!</title><content type='html'>i heart ortiz...but last nite i finally realized who ortiz looks like...florida evans from "Goodtimes!" Like identical...check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i saw Jason Bateman in the stands at Fenway...he was one of my first loves...when i saw him on "It's Your Move" and "Silver Spoons" I would just swoon!  There is something about him that is so adorable..still to this day he makes my heart go bippity bop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my bro, Evan, of my love for J. Bateman...and he reminded me of my gigantic crush on Kirk Cameron...I have no idea how he came into the pix..but i literally wrote a letter to him when i was 12 and sent a long a picture of myself with mullet, purple sweater and fake white women's reeboks (balloons)..i think it was the whole bad boy thing...good thing i didn't send Boner a letter..but i honestly thought he would write me back and ask me out...hilarious!  Now,  i am so not interested..he is like a bible thumping movie maker..oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sox...besos a mis hombres..&lt;br /&gt;*catalina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109811788592933672?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109811788592933672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109811788592933672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109811788592933672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109811788592933672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/those-red-sox-keep-sucking-me-back-in.html' title='those red sox keep sucking me back in!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109803566180748557</id><published>2004-10-17T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:54:21.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloweeeen!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok.  so my mum is obsessed with halloween...one year she made some pumpkin man and put it on our front porch...i was in college at the time and came home for columbus day weekend...she dressed the pumpkin man in my plaid tshirt (my fave from the pearl jam years) my shredded jeans and my docs....as i was returning to college we found out that the pumpkin man and been stolen off the front porch...my docs gone!!! halloween has been very rough for me ever since..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in college, my mum gave me a "sounds of halloween" casette tape that was played over and over before we went out to the bars...the tape was absolutely hilarious...the ghoulish man would  scream "happy halloweeeeeeeen!" over and over again...after doing many shots of absolut we proceeded to jump on the beds over and over again...this was a ritual until we discovered rage against the machine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year, my mum and i went halloween shopping...i wanted to get a pink wig and fake eyelashes for halloween...my mum turned around and screamed.."Kate, you are 30 years old...you dont need a wig! (keep in mind wigs are such a cheap laugh for me!) She then proceeded to put on a George Bush mask and laugh like Beavis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, its a new season...my mum has a cackling witch who looks like pedro's little good luck charm.."say hello to my lil friend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109803566180748557?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109803566180748557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109803566180748557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109803566180748557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109803566180748557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloweeeen.html' title='happy halloweeeen!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109785870463534689</id><published>2004-10-15T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:45:04.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/640/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/2053/200/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k8@wedding&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109785870463534689?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109785870463534689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109785870463534689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109785870463534689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109785870463534689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/k8wedding_15.html' title=''/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109742694196858071</id><published>2004-10-10T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:49:01.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhh norwood, ma.</title><content type='html'>hey folks...so  i am back on the east coast! yeah, i must say i kinda missed it..the minute i got home i started craving a town spa pizza...boston is a fanatstic place....since i have been here i have had 5 people bum cigarettes off of me, 2 guys scream "hey red!" or "hey strawberry blonde!" (both were hammered) and a bartender who slyly lured me into having another guinness...i love that! i honestly missed the diversity of the city too.   The town i live in san diego is like the stepford wives revisted..everyone owns an suv, everyone is blonde and everyone is a liitle more than a c cup.  I miss the grittiness of boston...the woman who spit on my shoe when i walked by...the lady in harvard square who screamed in my ear at he top of her lungs for absolutely no reason and finally the drunk on the train who screamed to the conductor in front of  a packed car that the conductor and i should "hook up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, it has been an adventure while i have been home..i love the sox so much...and i honestly think i am in boston for a reason right about now...we love u sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109742694196858071?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109742694196858071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109742694196858071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109742694196858071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109742694196858071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/10/ahhhhhhhhhh-norwood-ma.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhh norwood, ma.'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109574074327726008</id><published>2004-09-21T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:25:43.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am little orphan annie</title><content type='html'>when i was about eight years old i thought i was annie for a solid year...i had seen the play in boston, the movie i saw in the theater 7 times, i had every cast member in doll form, i had annie's limo and my fave the annie wig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore this wig everywhere..at the time i had long brow hair and i would wake up in the morning and slip on that wig...i would do my chores with the wig on (hey im an orphan in an orphanage!!!), i would walk to 7-11 to get grape slushes, lollies and butterfingers wearing the wig in public and finally the last straw was school.  One morning my dad drove me to school...so i dressed in my finest toughskins, plaid shirt, high top canvas nikes and to top it off the wig...my father had to literally rip the wig off my head and stage a intervention...the wig was hidden from me for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually my surprise bday party that i thought annie should stage a comeback...so i got all the girls together, gave them some mops, put on the annie soundtrack, fastened my wig and belted out the entire soundtrack-twice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back i am so embarrased..those poor poor girls at my bday party! You shouldnt be invited to a party and asked or rather demanded to sing...i still have my annie picture at home...it is hilarious! i was so damn bossy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109574074327726008?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109574074327726008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109574074327726008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109574074327726008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109574074327726008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-little-orphan-annie.html' title='i am little orphan annie'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109539405333601349</id><published>2004-09-16T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:07:33.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast bad behavior</title><content type='html'>i realized today at work that i am a complet bitch....i am a waitress and  all i do all day is make fun of the customers...i work at an irish pub and someone actually came up to me and asked if we got our potatoes from ireland....i mean i have so much material!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my east coast sense of humor doesnt help either..i am so sarcastic to these people that i think it borders on rude...last week i was taken out for my bday by my co-workers...they were out to kill me...3 glasses of wine, 3 coronas 2 shots later...it was 1990 again on my junior ski trip where i almost died from alcohol poisoning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after my bday (the last thing i remember is dancing to that dumb 50 cent song)..i was an ogre at work...some guy comes up to me and is like..."My last name is O'Sullivan (name of my pub) do i get a free lunch?"  my reply..."i dont think so..." i then told 2 old ladies who sat at a dirty table to beat it....it was a tough tough day...i survived however..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that britney spears is so white trash...i mean she is in public restrooms with her shoes off...she is so foul!  eating cheetos, snapping her gum, cranking butts, marrying a drug dealer lookalike...i will give her 2 mths till she is in rehab or porn...judging from her "my prerogative" video...i think she is 2 steps from being jenna jameson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my blogger friends i will be leaving san diego soon and heading back to my hometown of norwood, ma (ick!)..for personal reasons...i will blog about the 84 places there are to get a drink in norwood, the norwood celebs including debbie from debbie does dishes, dickie barrett from the Bosstones and Mark Kenney (no relation)(he can walk on his hands forever)...he once walked the Great Wall of China!!!  I am kinda dreading it...but i hope to be back in cali after the holidays..i lov eu all my friends...if u are on the east coast ...please! save me from all that is norwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u ever see beautiful girls?  that is norwood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109539405333601349?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109539405333601349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109539405333601349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109539405333601349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109539405333601349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/09/east-coast-bad-behavior.html' title='east coast bad behavior'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109522663250295976</id><published>2004-09-15T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:37:12.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart marc summers from double dare</title><content type='html'>i just realized last nite while watching reruns of Double Dare that i still have a huge crush on Marc Summers (the host).  There was something about him in the eighties/nineties that i loved about him...i think it was that he was an absolute riot...and the kids were so dumb on the show..i mean last nite Mark asked in what country includes the cities of Cork and Dublin..the kids had no clue...and went for the physical challenge..idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brothers and i watched Double Dare religiously and we tried to get on the show ...no luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i found out that Marc had obsessive/compulsive disorder and his wife found him counting the threading in the rug...i hope he got my flowers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109522663250295976?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109522663250295976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109522663250295976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109522663250295976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109522663250295976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-heart-marc-summers-from-double-dare.html' title='i heart marc summers from double dare'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109271923955621899</id><published>2004-08-17T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T01:07:19.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no more sandals! no more sandals!</title><content type='html'>i think you should pass a test before you can wear sandals...or at least have a pedicure...i never ever wear sandals...i wear sneakers...you will never ever see my feet..but for some reason everyone else in the world thinks its ok to put on sandals and walk around in public viewing...i mean i dont even look down anymore in fear of seeing the worst feet ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women are ok...but men have been the repeat offenders lately...i mean, dude, like wash your feet  before you go out...and do these people every hear of things like clippers...it is foreign to them..its like they want you to feel nauseous in the morning...to all you people out there if you are wearing sandals..keep the feet tidy or just wear socks and shoes all the time like i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scary man was trying to persuade me to vote for bush the other nite...he told me that i wouldnt be able to go outside because the  world would be so dangerous with kerry in office and i replied "and i dont feel that way now?"  i was really going to go toe to toe with him but i decided i would bow out gracefully and just laugh in his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if meaghan is reading..i hope u are feeling better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my bro evan is playing the reading festival..how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the week: that scary "bush"man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109271923955621899?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109271923955621899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109271923955621899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109271923955621899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109271923955621899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-more-sandals-no-more-sandals.html' title='no more sandals! no more sandals!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109228697269860414</id><published>2004-08-12T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T01:02:52.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to live and die in la</title><content type='html'>hello my peeps...i have been taking some breaks from the blog recently...my fam was in town this past weekend....we all went to the troubador in west hollywood for my brother's show @ the troubadour...it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, my parents flew in, we went to an italian restaurant, my dad and i split two bottles of wine, my brother and his fiance came in ( hate that word), went up to west hollywood, saw ev at the troubadour, rocked the house, ate at the hard rock, drank on a rooftoop with my many cousins, my dad got really drunk, came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is absoultely hilarious..we are like a comedy troupe coming thru town...so many diffferent personalities..when i went to the hard rock cafe, i was reminded of a time in 1991 when i went to the hard rock cafe in boston with my friends the jk posse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the day, my friend colleen and i were in a small rap group which consisted of colleen and i rapping about our weekly boyfriends, while colleen's sister, cat, played drums...we had rehearsal ever sunday after ccd (central city dump)...i was a huge yo! mtv raps fan, so i was into public enemy, nwa, ice-t at a very young age... lemme give you an example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my name is kate, i am so great&lt;br /&gt;my heart starts to swim, when i see that boy tim...badabadabada bada etc"&lt;br /&gt;other hits includes "stand back, love attack" and "the evergreen forest" so if you are reading russell simmons, call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very embarrassing now...i also had another musical group called "lost and found"..we really only got together at sleepovers..we wrote the song "why do i love him?"&lt;br /&gt;years later when i was writing real songs, i reflected on my past works and almost considered doing them live...because they were honestly really good songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in high school, colleen and i were obsessed with julie brown, the comic...so we decided that we would do "homecoming queen's gotta gun" for our talent show...we practiced for 3 years straight...we had so many moves...then we incorporated the rest of our friends in forming the jk posse...it was junior year, we all decided to go for it..there was tough competition, the jackson 5, tina turner &amp; ike, digital underground etc...while practicing, someone stole our tape...i had made a back up and ran home before the competition..we rocked the house and won the whole competition $300  bux baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took all our winnings to the hard rock in boston...that is in my top 5 moments of all time...we rocked it...we were underclassmen and blew everyone away...eat that jackson 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i must go...i miss u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the week: bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;vote in 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109228697269860414?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109228697269860414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109228697269860414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109228697269860414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109228697269860414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-live-and-die-in-la.html' title='to live and die in la'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109159412852102107</id><published>2004-08-04T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:35:28.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost hit a republican today!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ahhhhh its been a long time folks...how i missed you so....since the weeks we have been apart i have seen tobey maquire, dennis rodman, failed a menu test, lost 2 of my friends oh and my favorite, almost hit a republican...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to vegas a couple of weeks ago and saw dennis rodman in a hooka bar...he was sitting with 2 21 year old girls, now not the stereotypical bimbo that he is usually with (blond, boobs etc). but 2 college girls...kinda dressed preppy....very weird....i also literally slammed into tobey maquire...he was at a poker tournament at the mirage...he was clad in a stained white tshirt, shorts &amp; birkenstocks..yuck!!!!! he also looked like he had a cold...anyway, i saw him about six different times and by the 3rd time i began to get sick of seeing him...no offense spidey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have 2 jobs...i love being a waitress so much that i got another waitress job...unfortunately you have to take liquor classes and take a test..i failed the test...i went into the restuarant and people were quizzing each other and had out flash cards..i should have walked then..i may be instantly down to one job again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to vegas...got in a fight with our friends..they dont want to see us again..i dont want to talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, so i almost hit a republican today..i was flying in my car after i got my coffee and this guy speeds past me and gives me the look of death...now i have a big mouth on me..and so does my husband (we are both from boston)...so we are dropping f bombs left and right...until i saw it...the bush &amp; cheney in '04 sticker..so what do i do...rev my engine behind the lil republican in his beamer..there were more f bombs and then i was satisfied with the torture because you know he is so embarrassed to have that sticker on his car....ahhh life's lil pleasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the week: the bad driving republican...reason : nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses to megz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109159412852102107?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109159412852102107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109159412852102107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109159412852102107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109159412852102107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-almost-hit-republican-today.html' title='i almost hit a republican today!!!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-109046973166377248</id><published>2004-07-21T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:15:31.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 1987 all over again</title><content type='html'>1987...probably the worst year of my life...it was 8th grade...junior high...at the time i was a hair model for John Dellaria (my aunt was the receptionist), so needless to say i had a lot of bizarre haircuts (e.g. shaved on one side, permed on the other).&amp;nbsp; The previous year I had a crush on Timmy Lovell (aka Timeteo in my Spanish class) He told a buddy of his that he would go out with me if i cut my hair (aka : make my hair look normal) So, i go out and cut my hair all over...now between the non existent chest and the boys regular hair do, i looked like hilary swank in "Boys Dont Cry."&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, Tim never asked me out...ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eighth grade...nightmare!! I still had no chest..i was 4'8" and a semi-intelligent imp who did not cheat on her exams...for some reason in 8th grade all the boys began to hit me and bruise me in the hallways, my "best friends" turned to enemies and i still couldnt fill out a bra..never mind a camisole...then i am introduced to wood class..i was the only girl in wood&amp;nbsp; class with mr. lane and it was absolute torture!! Every other day would be a new flat joke, "Kate, can you come over here..i need a flat surface to right on!"&amp;nbsp; They called me "pirates treasure aka "sunken chest."&amp;nbsp; Then came 10th grade...finally, i was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you late bloomers out there...no worries..wait it out...because the bullies turn into losers, the tall girls turn out to be way shorter than you and the girls who had boobs are now flying to la to get a boob lift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to a point--i know of a woman who is like my 8th grade nightmare...degading, condescending, but thinks she is a queen..she talks about everyone..anyway, karma will come around for her and that will be that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waht ever happened to being nice to each other?...its just so much easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the week: michael jackson...cmon...4 more kids...they are millions of people who cant conceive but this weirdo can have 4 kids....absolutely terrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;*kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck megz in surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-109046973166377248?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/109046973166377248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=109046973166377248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109046973166377248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/109046973166377248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-1987-all-over-again.html' title='it&apos;s 1987 all over again'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108986485856168553</id><published>2004-07-14T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T00:14:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love chris isaak &amp; robbie williams</title><content type='html'>ahhh to have crushes when you are a young gal!!! when i was young my next door neighbor had a huge crush on shaun cassidy..not a big fan!  i really wasn't into his winged hair, love for pastels and his pocket comb...i can tell you my first love?  when i was watching mtv back in the day i found him...clad in a green lame vest, headband, dripping with sweat ..it was alex van halen..not eddie..alex..when i saw him in "jump" i thought i had gone to heaven...my love for rockers continued..john farris from inxs, stuart adamson from big country (rip), and finally my one true love, john moss from culture club, my true love and apparently boy george's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am 29 and i have 2 musician loves...chris isaak and robbie williams..robbie is my brit rocker love interest..for years i have tried to meet him with no luck..i think i honestly moved to cali to one day meet up with him in la...my husband loves robbie too..so if i accidently full on kissed him on the lips, i dont think he would mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for chris isaak..just love him..smart, charming, handsome..apparently both my boys are unlucky in love but i say anytime they are in the san diego area they can totally crash on my couch...i love you robbie!  i love you chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 males (hey! men do it all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sean penn&lt;br /&gt;2. robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;3. chris isaak&lt;br /&gt;4. ed harris&lt;br /&gt;5. jonathan from "blow out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108986485856168553?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108986485856168553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108986485856168553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108986485856168553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108986485856168553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-love-chris-isaak-robbie-williams.html' title='i love chris isaak &amp; robbie williams'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108926517799337698</id><published>2004-07-08T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T01:39:37.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there are many flags in many lands..they are flags of every hue...</title><content type='html'>for some reason i still remember all of the songs i learned in elementary school..it is pretty hilarious because a lot of them are show tunes from the 50s, 60s and 70s...but somehow i know them..i once was watching Superman with my husband and the Superman &amp; Lois instrumental came on..i started to sing "Can You Read My Mind..." Scott just looked at me...there are lyrics to this song he exclaimed! "Yes!  And i know them all!" It's strange because i have been singing since i was a baby, but my kindergarten music teacher, Miss Zinny, absolutely detested me!  I wasnt a brat...i just loved to sing, very loudly in class, and she hated me for that...one day someone stole Miss Zinny's guitar and demolished it in the school woods..i think for some reason she thought it was me..all 3 feet of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just the 4th---hip hip hooray!  well, i am used to bbqs, white paper plates, people throwing fireworks in your face.. you know the good stuff...my 4th was much different..scott and i ended up meeting some friends at a very swank hotel in laguna beach---my plans went from eating hot dogs on the beach to pinot grigio at the ritz...not that there is anything wrong with that...but scott and i totally do not belong at the ritz first of all..we are these kids from boston who dont fit in at swanky hotels!  Scott and i constructed a plan to pickpocket people while we waited for our friends in the lobby..i had the technique down..scott would ask the socialites the time and i would bump into them stealing their purses...needless to say we didnt make and $$$$...i just wanted a hot dog with potato salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw fahrenheit 911 last nite--very powerful..please see it...you need to see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no new news on the work front except i got "talked to" the other day for pretty much not having 5 hands..i am a waitress not a surgeon my friend...drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats alls that i got this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just want to tell all the miserable people who come out to my restaurant...dont bother sitting in my  section...just call dr. k if you are so miserable and just end it!  it seems that in life the people who really dont have it that bad are the miserable ones and the people who never complain have it terrible...i just found out that 2 people who are very close to me have cancer..they are the 2 most beautiful people you would ever want to meet....why?  why? i love you both so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the weekend: miserable people who want 10 extra packets of butter for their potatoes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108926517799337698?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108926517799337698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108926517799337698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108926517799337698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108926517799337698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-are-many-flags-in-many-landsthey.html' title='there are many flags in many lands..they are flags of every hue...'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108892364800490003</id><published>2004-07-04T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T02:47:28.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yeah i went to joan jett the other night at the del mar fair...now i would first like to say that no one is cooler than joan jett...she is probably in her 40s and she looks dynamite!!!  my friend Gina and i went on thurs...its kinda like a carnival atmosphere..in san diego they have funnel cakes instead of fried dough..so i am running around the fair looking for fried dough in neon lights...i had to resort for the funnel..it is the same thing and no, it is not a beer drinking technique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joan was great..totally kicks ass..there were some killer haircuts their including several mullet sightings (6 women, 1 man) and one flock haircut (flock of seagull haircut-woman)...it was fun but you know everyone was waiting for joan to rip out "i heart rock &amp; roll"...and wouldnt you know right b4 the encore she breaks it out..amps up the lights and the crowd goes wild!!! Also seen many dad's with fanny packs on)..i could just laugh because you know joan absolutely detests playing that song because it is her most popular and played at every junior high dance...her new tunes were great..she rocked and i felt like a middle age woman grooving with my white black dog sweathshirt draped over my shoulders, tretorns on my feet and minivan reving up in the parking lot..(keep in mind if anyone knows me at all i do not own a blackdog sweatshirt, tretorns or a minivan) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just realizing i am not cool like i was before..i used to be a beer swilling, cigarette smoking, dive bar crawling, singing maniac...i am still fun..just without the multi-pierced ears, flaming red hair (well kinda) and bad boy of the month on my arm...i am approaching 30..that is why i am going crazy..i think i listen to cool music and i have the greatest friends..that is all i need..the coolness factor has left but i am fine with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be in a band called "Shine" for about 3 years and it was a blast...the drummer Scott (best kid ever)just emailed me and told me he was teaching a drum class and he gave the Shine Cd to one of his students..she passed it around to the other students and a girl, who has a really tough life, came up to Scott and said that she loved the music especially coming from a woman...inspirational? me? i was so moved by that...when i receive my grammy i would thank all the boys in my life for cheating on me and giving  me the material i needed to pour them into my songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a presidental sticker on the back of a car today that read "Vote for Anyone But Bush" heheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the 4th weekend: lindsey lohan because she drives me crazy..i hate dumb girls who try to convince us that they got boobs in a week..and ashlee simpson because i have seen 2 episodes of her dumb reality show!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 4th!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108892364800490003?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108892364800490003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108892364800490003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108892364800490003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108892364800490003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/07/ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry-bomb.html' title='ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb!!!!!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108866107283832319</id><published>2004-07-01T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:51:12.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a beautiful mornin'!!</title><content type='html'>you know what i love...when people say hello to you on the street...i never ever got that treatment when i was in Boston..but that's east coast and what i miss about the east coast...i love saying hello to people..."good morning!"  I actually was asked if i wanted a ride up the street by a nice man...you know..i almost got in...i should quit it or you may see me on foresnic files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from denny's...i love denny's...scott and i went out for our fine dining experience...we were sitting next to an elderly couple (the kind of couple who sit there for hours and do not acknowledge each other's existence)..i told scott that i never ever want to end up like that...i mean we have been together for over 4 years..we still have things to talk about even though i repeat stories over and over again..but he is stuck with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new fave show called "Blow Out" I think i am going to try to become a hairdresser..i mean i have been dyeing my hair with sun-in since i have been 13..i have had the following hair colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. red&lt;br /&gt;2. orange&lt;br /&gt;3. yellow&lt;br /&gt;4. purple&lt;br /&gt;5. pink&lt;br /&gt;6. brown (original i think)&lt;br /&gt;7. black (when i was depressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going for it..barbizon all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have to go my husband is having a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the day: the lady with lots of surgery walking her dog today..i said hello..she turned up her newly constructed nose to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108866107283832319?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108866107283832319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108866107283832319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108866107283832319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108866107283832319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/06/oh-what-beautiful-mornin.html' title='oh what a beautiful mornin&apos;!!'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108856107846089596</id><published>2004-06-29T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:04:38.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the f*&amp;%$!?</title><content type='html'>parking tickets---are from the devil...minions of satan drop by your car when you are working and drop them on your windshield..today ruth and i were working..yes working...not out at a bar, not out boozing it up, but working...yesterday we had received a 25 dollar ticket..unbelievable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today wouldnt you know..i head out today and there is a ticket on ruth's car!!!  unbelievable!  i mean i am from boston where if you breathe wrong you get a ticket...i escaped boston to avoid getting tickets and eliminate the task of looking for parking spaces...the guy who hands out the tickets is this crotchety man with a large chalk stick who chalks your tires and then comes back and gives you a ticket....what do we usually do?  well we usually see him in his "pope mobile" and sprint out to the parking lot...now we just bring a dish rag and wipe off the chalk marks on our tires...we hope that he is senile or that he soon will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realize that people ask very dumb questions...like on st patricks day someone actually came by the irish pub that i work at and asked if we would be open for st paddys day...where i replied, "no, we are all going to be out of town that day!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often try to give people guilt trips or say that things are broken to avoid doing anything at work...it never works to my benefit...in a perfect world it would be a sunny, ticket-free world minus really dumb people with dumb ?s...because folks, there are such things as "dumb questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the day: i would have to say julia roberts..she is just a whiny biatch...have your babies already and get out of our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swak&lt;br /&gt;*kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108856107846089596?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108856107846089596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108856107846089596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108856107846089596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108856107846089596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-f.html' title='what the f*&amp;%$!?'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108848049106480174</id><published>2004-06-28T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:41:31.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while...i missed u</title><content type='html'>sorry bloggers!  been out and about trying to make it in this big world!  i think i saw the ultimate today..a woman breast feeding her 4 year old at my table in my restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am all about breast feeding..but a 4 year old!...i mean the fact that this little boy can WALK up to his mother and request that is kind of frightening...needless to say the surrounding customers where not impressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw dodgeball the other nite (just to see Vince Vaughn)not funny at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking for another job..have an interview at a mexican restaurant...but you know when you are in the midst of getting a new job and you get the best customers, everyone is complimenting you, your manager loves you and then you get second thoughts...i hate that...i just wish i had customers from hell, who tipped 1% and i would ride off into the sunset before calling everyone of them a cheap bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will see..i need cash..Cali is expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend john has a gig in fallbrook, ca this weekend and apparently Falbrook is the "swinging" capital of California...hilarious!!!  awww the horror!!!  something about swingers..they are in the same category as members of nudist colonies..they are people who shouldnt be naked and no one in their right mind would want to see them naked but they love it!  yuck!  i mean you never see a david beckham strutting his stuff around nude do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am heading to vegas at the end of july..my friend, ruth, just got back..she said there are "hookies" everywhere (hookers)..well at least the ladies have "thunda down unda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108848049106480174?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108848049106480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108848049106480174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108848049106480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108848049106480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-been-whilei-missed-u.html' title='its been a while...i missed u'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379008.post-108813486395735830</id><published>2004-06-24T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:41:03.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart burritos &amp; the mechanical bull</title><content type='html'>hello my peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i missed you last nite...i went out with some friends from Boston who were out in Diego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday...pretty standard...your occasional bad tipper as usual...now tipping--lets discuss..i am one of the best waitressese in diego..you know why?  i have east coast mentality on the west coast scene...everthing is a little slow here...and i am full throttle, new york diner, in your face, all attitude and jokes and here is your check...for some reason this means these customers feel it is necessary to tip me between 8-10%..in boston, we could run after them screaming while throwing the pennies they had left for me tucked under their plates and cry, "you obviously need this $$ more than i do!"  There was one point in Boston where some woman told me after she had eaten that she wanted separate checks--after saying no..she replied, "No, you are going to do this!"  In which i slowly removed my apron and quickly turned it into a small noose, accompanied with the evil eye and the italian curse...she quickly just asked for the check...i find my worst tippers are not the 150 elderly people who come in to my restaurant, but business women...&lt;br /&gt;when i see a short skirt, long jacket (see Cake song)come through those doors I am in the back doing sidework...separate checks, 8-10%..and i cant even say anything to them!!!! i got 30% the other day...i had to pick myself up off of the floor..so to all you customers out there...i only take 20%..if you dont like it go to In N Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Ruth and I were on the quest for cigarettes...unfortunately none of us had out ids on us...famous last words...ruth is from dublin and i am from boston where you can basically be 15 years old and go in and buy butts..ruth and i went to three separate locations where we were shot down for not having ids...no id..no butts..i am sorry if we look young..but i am definitely older than 18..first of all i have a wedding ring on and i was wearing my pub uniform...it was laughable...only in diego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out with our pals last nite..we wanted to show them san diego --we went to this bar called the blvd...and what was it...country western nite!!...lots of cowboy hats and boots..scott was beside himself because they have one of the best jukeboxes in diego and we were stuck listening to billy ray cyrus and his achy breaky heart..then break out the mechanical bull..for some reason when the guys got on they were bucking them off..then the sexy vixen gets on a la "Urban Cowboy!" I am screaming buck her off...buck her off..didnt happen..that really bothered me..because i know if i climbed up on that there steer..i would face plant into the tarp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart burritos...i love mexican food...the cooks at my work make me mexican dishes all the time...carne asada is mana from heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scott is still performing with the satish collective although he stil rocks the 80s with his hits..special k8 on backup vocals..check out www.iam1982.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemesis of the week: its still sheryl crow (although she gets major points for solely dating lance armstrong and not creating any more annoying tunes)this one is dedicated to my friend rick levin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379008-108813486395735830?l=k8escapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/feeds/108813486395735830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379008&amp;postID=108813486395735830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108813486395735830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379008/posts/default/108813486395735830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8escapades.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-heart-burritos-mechanical-bull.html' title='i heart burritos &amp; the mechanical bull'/><author><name>k8kes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06401553464198032578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2188494_2656d0cd5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
